My car is worth £700 max... his is worth 20... no, 30 grand.... if i was driving a 30 grand car i certainly wouldn't want some "hoodlum" in his yellow "skip waggon" ramming in to the side of me, so heres how it goes;
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Sadly, not likely to succede.
Some years ago I used to earn a crust delivering mortar bins to building sites around London (A mortar bin is a large fibreglass tub which can hold approx 1 cu. metre of mortar) in readyness for the mixer to deliver the following day or so.
I drove an extremely old, tatty, rusty & beaten up Mazda pickup, loaded to the max with said bins.
Strangely, I used to think exactly as you do, my motor was worth £400 max.
You'd be amazed at the number of rollers, porsches & other expensive cars that used to cut me up on the streets around London.
In fact, over the course of the first 8 months, I had the complete bodywork of the pickup repaired free of charge simply because these rich idiots wanted my road.
But THE most fun I ever had involved a Fiesta full of chavs & the huge custom bumper & towbar on the back of my pickup.
The bumper was custom built out of God knows what but it stood out about 12" from the back & was about 12" deep. It also had a towball & other objects bolted on enabling me to tow numerous items.
The chavs spent ages on my tail, revving up, speeding up to me, pulling back etc - really determined to try to make me go faster (as they couldn't get past).
Now, when the pickup was full, the handbrake was designed to hold the wheels solid - so imagine the braking power of the handbrake when it was empty

Of course, the chavs never did see a brake light, just the front end of their car crumpling before their very eyes as I yanked the handbrake as they drove up to me:devil:
Oh I do sometimes miss those days.