You hear the toot of a train and see the 5:05 from Euston coming toward you, realising that
you're no good at stopping you decide to speed up. The train driver is asleep as usual and
just ploughs straight into you with no respect what-so-ever. Your tacky Datsun is pretty badly
done-in, but at least you got your own back - 300,000 quids worth of train lies about the place
strewn with about 400 dead commuters. You continue your journey.
