My dad scraped my blue van this morning, it was my first vehicle. Still remember the day I got my license and the first person I drove and the very things that we said on it. I just brings back so much precious memory. And I woke up too late to look at it again, just a slip of fine that once slapped on its windscreen that states its car plate number. Don't know why, it's not the van really. Just the people that were once on it. . .