I thought that was normal behaviour for the entire motor trade...
Thank the lucky pants I don't need a car right now - I remember vividly the horrors of MOT season
But don't you just have a mate down the pub who owns a garage and'll just write and stamp the ticket?
I bought a car once that had an MOT from an agricultural repair shop. 'Twas a VERY recent MOT and the sills were rotted through, had bald tires and a cracked windscreen. The left indicator would only work if you had the headlights on, which only came on with a full beam. If you braked hard it would pull hard to the right, and if you let go of the wheel it would steer straight into the hedge. I couldn't get it to do handbrake turns so I assume the handbrake was another fail. Also the speedo would only work sometimes, and the dash lights would come on if you thumped it hard enough in the right place.
The passenger side seatbelt was jammed fully open, and the driver's seat wasn't fixed on it's rails back and forth, so yet another reason to avoid sharp braking. There was always a constant whiff of petrol coming from the air vents even when closed and the heater didn't work but the blower fans would make the most ungoldly whine. The windscreen wiper had only one setting, MEGA fast, which was great in heavy rain, but the driver's side one would judder like a bastard.
The driver's side window winder was missing (thank fuck it didn't have electric windows, cause they wouldn't have worked either) Which was OK as the window was jammed open about an inch. The sun roof would leak even when it wasn't raining.
The back seat became an apprentice "landfill" where I collected my empty drinks bottles, fast food wrapping and other assorted trash. This all started to rot, which thankfully masked the smell of the petrol.
Though not a fail, but almost as annoying was that the "glove box" would fall open everytime I hit a bump - so I glued the fucker shut with araldite. Solved.
The knob on the gearstick was loose and would come of in your hand (fnaaa!), the clutch would slip badly, it'd blow out clouds of blue smoke when you drifted down hill, it would stall at traffic lights and overheat in traffic jams.
The neighbour woman used to go spastic if I parked it out front of her house as it would piss out ugly black oil stains on the tarmac.
The radio was an empty space in the dashboard (or I'd whistle as I drove) and yes, the arial was a bent coat hanger.
Body work was good, or at least it would have been if done by a plasterer. There was more old bits of newspaper and shit under the blotchy mismatched paint than in the cat litter tray. If you kicked it, you could just hear the particles of rust settling all around it - I put my finger through once or twice when I stupidly tried to wash it....
It had an "interactive" fuel guage - meaning you had to shake the car and listen carefully for the fuel slopping about in the tank - and guess how much was left.........
I could go on - but those dopy fuckers in the midlands wonder why their poxy car industry went TITS UP. Stupid cunts.
But what does one expect for £40?