It was in 1980, when we went on holiday by car. Two married couples came along with us. My husband drove the car that our friend was the owner. It didn't take long; a stone broke the front window of the friend's car. It was very difficult to get a new front window at that time. Anyhow, we managed it. Hundred kilometers later, the friends that was driving behind us, had a crash with our car, because my husband braked his car. The light was broken and it was late, very late. There wasn't open a garage that could repair the car. We traveled 200 kilometers with lamps that hung out of the socket, a boot tail-board that we don't able to close and people that was in bad mood. Really, it was my worst travel ever.