It was a dark, cold night. The wind was cutting as it blustered across the tarmac. "I wish I was back at the garage" thought little 'Smart' car to himself. "It was warm and safe there..."
Hooded figures emerged from the shadows, indistinct gutter colloquialisms slurred from their hidden faces. First they turned their attentions to the old Fiesta next to Smart. "OOooh my eyes!" he exclaimed as his headlights were quickly removed by the grubby monkey dexterous hands.
"Aaah!" Thought Smart as someone thudded up against him. Then again, but harder. The Morlocks gathered round pushing and yabbering excitedly. Suddenly he felt his front wheel lift, and again. Now the back wheel as well...
For a moment he was poised, balanced like a child leaning back on a school chair. The pavement shot up towards him, his wing mirror crumpled, the shiny paint grazed, the soft panels dented. The chavs scattered, the loud crash scaring them from their kill.
So for poor little Smart car only a few weeks born, it was back to the comfortable garage... safe from the scum.