Anyway we were going really well. We had already done 3 loads to the dump. We had just started the last load and Kat and I heard a big crunch. We looked at each other and figured it was the neighbours fighting again.
Then we heard "DAAAD".
That was it, as soon as my son called me I knew what had happened.
He had tried to mount my bike from the right hand foot peg and pulled it over onto the car.
This is a picture of my bike after I had removed most of the damage:
