Have you looked inside your car exhaust recently?
When mine blew up on the M5 on Boxing Day, still with 160 miles to go to a 3 o'clock appointment with a turkey spread, I had occasion to explore its innards for the first time. I came to the conclusion that I had either run over a murmur of ravens or a bloke wearing a huge fright wig. There were bits of black fake hair stuff everywhere.
Anyway we limped up the motorway doing a passable impression of a rocket-fired stock car and arrived within 30 minutes of ETA. This morning I took it to Rossendale Exhausts and paid £49.50 for a new backbox. Am I boring you yet?
Here's the offending lump of useless metal:













28/12/05 @ 23:21