Brendan
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My childhood was traumatised by my dad's Robin Reliant. As he had a bike but not a car license he was only able to drive a 3 wheeler.
He would toot and wave at other 3 wheelers. Sometimes it would tip on to 2 wheels going around corners, but worse was to come. One day he insisted on taking me to school(only the second time in 6 years). I insisted he drop me as far from the school gates as possible(did he heck) he drove into the playround as everyone rushed up to us. I got out red-faced only for my friends to say,
'what a **** car your dad has,' to which I replied, he wasn't my dad.
He would toot and wave at other 3 wheelers. Sometimes it would tip on to 2 wheels going around corners, but worse was to come. One day he insisted on taking me to school(only the second time in 6 years). I insisted he drop me as far from the school gates as possible(did he heck) he drove into the playround as everyone rushed up to us. I got out red-faced only for my friends to say,
'what a **** car your dad has,' to which I replied, he wasn't my dad.