I was 17 and just had a few months driving my beloved Austin 1300, my first car. I was it, king of the road, and then it was MOT time. My dad suggested I took it to the local Leyland dealership as they would know the car better and he hasn’t a clue about cars. This was with hindsight and now in my late summer years I now know, a disaster waiting to happen... Said dealership had a field day on my 6 year old pride n joy. It failed on every conceivable thing it could, ball joints, gaiters, headlights, sidelights, steering rack, windscreen wipers, washer bottle, the lot. I was devastated, this was going to cost a zillion zillion spondulies. ( I now know they saw me coming and wrung their hands together in expectation of a huge wad ) I nearly cried going home, my dad wasn’t much help as he had no clue about such things, but John the mechanic across the road fixed the gaiters, washers and lights, I helped and learned a bit more. Then he put it into another more down to earth garage for its MOT, and it passed with flying colours. I was over the moon.Total cost £10 and two pints of beer. I’ve been dubious of any dealership ever since. What was that MOT disaster you’ll never forget. Was it on your bay per chance?