I have, over the past 35 years, driven perhaps a million miles, nearly all in those well known Swedish estate cars that can carry largish toy planes.
I have had one road traffic accident in that time. Whilst staionary at red trafic lights, I was rammed from behind, sending me into the similar large swedish estate car in front of me.
We all got out, exchanged names, addresses, insurance companies etc, the guy behind me seeing little irony in the business card he gave me which said he was a Health and Safety Consultant. His, of course, was the only vehicle that needed repairing.
I am still trying to work out the moral of this........ can anyone help?!!!