*Help/Thoughts please* - untaxed car parked on public road - Court Summons

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GI Jnr said:

Hi all,

Update on this. The court case was planned for tomorrow. All prep done with (what I believed was) a half decent narrative of to the events to justify my Not Guilty plea. Received a letter in the post from the DVLA; "in light of new information we are withdrawing the charge"

So I didn't even have my day in court.

Now imagine if I'd just coughed up the £400 odd quid they were offering as an alternative to court....

Thanks for your posts/comments.

Tuan

This usually happens as the case is called, after you've spent the morning with the DVLA's prosecutor scowling at you...

You're expected to give in and to cough up the extra £400; it's easy money with no real effort for them. So well done you for sticking this out.

[Paul Dishman]

Tuan, I don't suppose this will happen again, but many pharmacies would deliver medication to your house in those circumstances

[Paul Dishman]

Pegscratch said:

How can a car be SORNed as it's not essential, but necessary for your wife to get medication for a child - from a supermarket, of all places. Was this perhaps Sunny Delight medication?

Entirely deserved. Pay up.

That's a rather impertinent answer from a newbie

[Monkeylegend]

Paul Dishman said:

Pegscratch said:

How can a car be SORNed as it's not essential, but necessary for your wife to get medication for a child - from a supermarket, of all places. Was this perhaps Sunny Delight medication?

Entirely deserved. Pay up.

That's a rather impertinent answer from a newbie

Newbies are not allowed to have opinions and contribute?

Get back in line you young whippersnapper

[Red Devil]

Breadvan72 said:

Toad, eh? That reminds me ....

Mr Toad, the original TWOCer.

As if in a dream he found himself, somehow, seated in the driver's seat; as if in a dream, he pulled the lever and swung the car round the yard and out through the archway; and, as if in a dream, all sense of right and wrong, all fear of obvious consequences, seemed temporarily suspended. He increased his pace, and as the car leapt forth on the high road through the open country, he was only conscious that he was Toad once more, Toad at his best and highest, Toad the terror, the traffic-queller, the Lord of the lone trail, before whom all must give way or be smitten into nothingness and everlasting night. He chanted as he flew, and the car responded with sonorous drone; the miles were eaten up under him as he sped he knew not whither, fulfilling his instincts, living his hour, reckless of what might come to him.

He would be right at home on the Gumball 3000.