I should think that after a week spent 'on vacation' in a small, damp and rusty tin box, that asphyxiation by Carbon Monoxide poisoning would come as a blessed relief. At least they're not on the flipping road: Nothing is more guaranteed to cause both ones' jugular veins to explode violently from end to end, than to come up behind one of these monstrous wobbling behemoths, crawling along at 20mph in the middle of our dear Queen's Highway- unless it's an octagenarian myopic old fool doing 15mph in a BL 'Metro' with only the crown of his flat-hat visible just below the top of steering wheel.
Alan
