The car I occasionally drive is so battered, misshapen, bent, and 'orrible that I can't imagine anyone wanting to steal it.
Sounds like my brother's. Although I won't be impressed unless there is a round of toast in the pocket behind the passenger seat (discovered when we cleaned it so our mother could ride in it) and about 7 empty coffee mugs rolling around in the rear footwell.The car I occasionally drive is so battered, misshapen, bent, and 'orrible that I can't imagine anyone wanting to steal it.
3 million miles?har!
Our old grey market Volvo 740 Flagon has over 3000000 miles