And before I'd get in my car I'd notice something on my rear window anyways "**** a parking ticket!?" no... "If you can read this you have made me fail my mission." or something
yes ;/ ive driven through bits of glasgow where chavs put planks of wood with nails through em on the road to try and get cars to stop
needless to say ive never went through it again, and when i did i was doing about 65 in a 30 with the doors locked, while laying a soft brown one on the seat :/