Last summer I went on a road trip round the North of Scotland and one morning went through for breakfast at my B&B, meeting the other guests as I did so. They were an English couple in their fifties who had travelled North to look at a boat they were considering buying but all the guy wanted to talk about was my orange Japanese "SUPERCAR" (his word, not mine!) that was sitting in the driveway.
He talked about it all through breakfast and then when I went to leave and carry on my trip he insisted on walking me out to the car and having a look around and a seat in it.
Thing is, the previous day I had hit a deer which was lying (already dead) in the middle of the road. I was unsighted because of the Range Rover in front of me which of course easily cleared it, no such luck for the low slung Zed. I clattered it at about 40 despite slamming on the brakes and was dismayed to discover the underside panel had been knocked loose and was scraping the ground. With no garages for miles around I ingeniously tied it up with 2 shoelaces to stop it scraping. He didn't seem to notice!
I also, at the time, had a slightly warped brake disc at the front which scraped audibly whenever I hard locked the steering to left so I was hoping he wasn't going to stick around to watch me reverse out the driveway. Of course he did and probably went back into the house thinking those cars aren't all they're cracked up to be!