Der-d-d-d-der DENTMAN!

Me: Hello, nice to meet you.

Friendly guy on motorbike: You too. Incidentally, why did you randomly start talk-WHA?! Hang on... my PrangSense(TM) is tingling.

Me: PrangSense(TM)? What's that all about then?

Friendly guy on motorbike: Sorry, no time to talk. An over-paid marketing executive has just let their regulation Audi get too friendly with a Soho bollard.

Me: I'm sorry? What Audi?

Friendly guy's motorbike: VVVRRROOOOOOOOMMM!!!!

OK, so that's not quite how I first met DentMan. But I still reckon he provides a well thought-out service; when you dink your car, but don't crunch it enough to warrant an expensive trip to the garage, DentMan will speed to your aid on his motorbike.


Then, he uses the same set of tools French restaurants provide for eating snails to fix your car.
Its a fraction of the cost, and a lot less hassle. Not to mention perfect for if your malcoordination happens to have kicked-in when you're driving a hire/company/friend's car. Plus, he really is a friendly bloke - I mean, would you pretend to fix a car you'd already fixed for a complete stranger?
Oh yeah - and his real name's Martin, which for some reason he prefers...