[Max]

After enjoying a lovely night at an almost deserted club field - (100 yards into a fantastic sunset), we paused to watch a large JCB thingy on tracks levelling one of the adjacent sports fields. A beer and a natter later and it had gone dark. We go back to the car park and I reverse out of my normal parking space with my usualr flair after a cursory glance in the mirrors, and am in deep conversation with RGS about his new Bowtec. Suddenly car comes to a crashing halt making expensive crunching noises.

We get out to find that the JCB guy has parked it right behind me, but did I spot it Oh No! It's only half the size of a house, about 40 tons and bright yellow - not a scratch on it of course - I hit the big cast iron weight at the back. My car is dented, my pride is in the gutter, RGS is laughing his head off (that's the worst part!). What happened to my evening....! Land rover can't even book me in for an estimate for three days and the wife is giving me one of her looks!