This is one of the stories my old man tells me every time I ask him a) whether I should get a new car; and b) If my car should be a convertible.

"When I still gave a f**k how peoplw drove their cars, there used to be a road over the Snowdonia mountains, showing a path that was both accessible to everyone, including accessible to people in a car. This guy had driven along this road, and there was a sign at the entrance saying this was inappropriate for cars. This was some sort of sports car filled with bankers or that kind of person, who were stuck in a pile of dirt, and they asked me why this was a road, and I told them : "Why didn't you read the sign you fucking retard? ..... I walked on, and the car had been recovered when I returned to that part of Snowdonia three weeks later."

I love this story, as it reminds me of what generation my dad belonged to, and what he was.

Everything he stood for is part of the liberalism I exercise everyday, fuck I'm a lucky bastard.