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An esteemed gentleman is taking his E Type for a shakedown run after spending 5 years restoring it.
It's a beautiful summers day with not a cloud in the sky.
After several hours on motorways and dual carriageways he ventures onto the B roads for a gentle cruise home.
As the sun sets on a perfect test drive, he switches on the lights and turns the heating on to it's lowest setting. Suddenly the car splutters and mis-fires so he manages to limp it into a layby next to a field. He gets out and pops the bonnet open and looks inside the engine bay. Using the torch on his mobile phone he tries to diagnose the problem.
Suddenly he hears a voice.."It's your spark plugs !".
He spins around and looks but can only see a brown horse in the field about 50 feet away. Thinking that he must be hearing things, he returns to try and find the fault.
"It's your spark plugs!!" he hears again, he jolts around to see the horse who's now standing by the fence right next to him.
He gulps a mouthful of air, fumbles about grasping at anything he can reach and discover a loose high-tension lead. He frantically pushes it back in, jumps in the car and shoots off in a cloud of dust and dirt.
He happens across a country pub, screeches to a halt in the car park and scurries inside. Breathless, he orders a brandy. The barman serves him, and then another.
Curiously he enquires "is everything alright sir?".
The gent explains the events of his day.
An old farmer, sitting in the corner exclaims "You were lucky there wasn't a black horse in that field tonight".
"why?" Asks the gent.
The farmer retorts "Cos he knows nothing about cars!!"