Ow, or, Why I Won't Buy An MGB After All
I naiively volunteered to get into the back seat of a friend's two-door car because I'm shorter than M and I'd be able to fit my shorter legs in much more easily.
She was driving us around and there was a lot of getting in and out of that back seat.
Finally my right knee had enough and said to me,
OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!
I moved to the passenger seat but the damage was done.
I still can't bend my right leg.
My sports car dreaming days are over...