One dark and rain sodden evening I squandered the loot on the world's most evil XK150. Once again I was seduced by a shiny exterior that barely covered a rusting hulk. In the time I owned the vehicle it never started without massive coaxing and cajoling. I still have memories of stuffing petrol soaked rags into carburettors in order to restart at traffic lights and roundabouts where the monster had given up the ghost. The batteries were on their last legs, not helped by the constant drain of interminable attempts at starting. I was forever removing the front wheels in order to get at the wretched things for recharging.