Yes loyal ones, the Dark one donned a disguise and drove a Fraud Transit. It was something of an epiphany.

As this 170000m workhorse glided and wafted down the road, smothering bumps and dismissing potholes with the grace of a Jaguar, it made the Dark one realise just how utterly borked the suspension is in the trusty steed, with it fidgeting, and crashing over every millimetre difference on the road surface.

Retirement looms ever closer, the Dark one thinks...