I don’t want to burden you all with the boring minutiae of my motoring life, but I did get a puncture the other day. It was inconvenient, annoying and proved to be costly, as it set me back 60 notes for a new piece of rubber. Never mind.

However, while I had the boot up sorting out the thankfully full sized spare and all the toolage necessary to fit it, a well-meaning passer-by asked whether I was going to wait for the AA. Well first of all I’m not a member, so it would have been a long wait and secondly, why on earth would I?

Maybe it is a generational thing, but this was for me the most basic of motoring tasks. Before you moved up to the head de-coke, brake bleed, or clutch swap, the first task you learned was how to change a wheel. Indeed, whenever I bought Mrs R a car, I would encourage her to do it, against the stopwatch naturally.