Breakdown stories
Waiting for a recovery truck is dead time, and it is miserable on your own. This is the page for the ones that still sting. The roadside that ate a whole day, the quote that was taking the mick, the delivery you somehow still made.
It is also the most useful page here, eventually, because the lesson at the bottom of someone else's bad day is worth more than any article. If anyone is in danger right now, close this and ring 999.
Nobody has sent one in yet
VanDown has only just gone up, so this page is genuinely empty rather than padded out. We are not going to invent breakdown stories to make it look busier, because the whole point of this site is that you can trust what is on it.
So it is yours for the taking. If you have had a shocker, send it in below and it will be the first one here.
Tell us about yours
A person reads every submission before it goes up. We will not publish your contact details, and you can be as anonymous as you like.
Broken down right now?
Stop reading. Go and get safe first, then put your postcode into the console and we will sort you out some options.