I always have a little laugh when I remember the episode when dad and I decided to build (rebuild) our garage.The original was a rickety affair of asbestos panels,definitely a danger to health before, and definitely after I rammed some car or other through its doors.So we decided on one of those pre-cast concrete structures;concrete panels of various sizes which slot and lock together ingeniously to make a surprisingly substantial building.However,in the early,inexperienced stage of the build,I knocked a few panels over and guess what,concrete doesn't take too well to that sort of abuse.So now we're down a few panels which meant the garage was either going to be very draughty or have a door where it'd be no use at all,ie. the roof.One phone call later to the manufacturer meant we could go and pick up the new panels that afternoon.The guy on the phone didn't sound fazed by me breaking the panels,seems it happened a fair bit.So dad and I jumped in my Citroen GS,a pretty red one with a faded patch on the bonnet, which no-one could explain,and went off to Bootle near Liverpool.When we got there we loaded up with about five panels and a few other bits and pieces.Of course,the rear of the GS sank lower and lower as we piled the gear in,which prompted the guys at the yard to suggest that we might be overloading the car just a tad.By the time we'd finished, the GS's rear end was inches off the ground,and the car was looking very sorry for itself.Everyone stood around and watched as these two maniacs climbed back into a car which now looked as if it was set to blast into orbit.Grinning,I started the engine and let Citroen's finest do its stuff.Within seconds,the little car had hoisted itself up level and to its normal ride height and off we went.Heck,I love technology;but I think I repeat myself !