Once, driving behind a young lad in a Fiat Stilo with a back box a train would think was a tunnel, i followed him to a round-about with quite a heavy camber. He went straight, cutting over to the lane to turn right, which resulted in his back box hitting the tarmac due to the severe camber and ripped it right off!! i came to a stop and before i could get out of my car to help him, a kind old lady who had seen what happened, came out of her house and picked up the back box!!! But not for long as the volcanic heat of the metal barbecued her digits like chipolatas she screamed bloody Mary and dropped it. I was almost crying.