My Peugeot 306 was supposed to be a cheap and reliable runaround; small and nimble enough for the daily trip to campus (inc. some creative parking solutions) and comfortable enough to handle regular journeys up and down the motorway.
Within two minutes of ownership I was forced into my first modification and a replacement set of tyres. Leaving the car park from which I had collected the 306 I came to a roundabout, applied the brakes ….. nothing. More pressure …. nothing. As my right foot slammed the floor mats the front wheels locked and I noted the back of my Dad’s car was my likely target.