My grandad had one of those invacars. He used to pick me up from school and I’d squash down into the space where his wheelchair was supposed to be then he’d take me to a great park where I’d play and he’d sit on the car and watch me. All completely illegal and one of my favourite memories to this day. A quick stop off for dolly mixtures on the way home. Then he’d shuffle upstairs on his bum as the council had homed this legless war veteran in an upstairs flat with no lifts.