The label for this little car left me smiling …

“Independence Day
The examiner shows you the brakes, give you a half-hour drive-about and that’s it. Your driving test – if you can call it that – is over. Lessons? What lessons?

You’re 16. It’s your first car. Time to hit the open road.
Now you can drive to school. Visit friends. Get a job. Watch the football. Go shopping. Holiday.

Who cares if it’s an unstable death-trap on three wheels – you can go anywhere!”