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Woo.
Lots and lots of driving! Lots and lots of skidding, handbrake skids, stalling, bunny hops and 110mph down the motorway whilst pooping myself. Heh.
Was bad, scary and immature but fun.. ish.
Friend had just passed his test yesterday.. um.. Saturday. So, as you do, you want to drive your car all day using up all the petrol.
It's a Ford KA. Hardly any room in the back seat seeing as he has his seat all the way back, so legs were pretty much clamped in for most of the drive. Although it was warm and snuggly being with a special someone. Woo!
Must've been driving around Northampton and everywhere else for about 7 hours. 7pm til 2am. He wanted to go up a specific street where there were apparently prostitutes around even though he had his girlfriend in the car with us. Nice!
Horrible trance music blasting out the windows, which he made sure were down, everytime we passed through town making sure he got noticed.
Going around roundabouts at cruel speed skidding every so often.
Going to those big shopping centres where Curry's, Bowling, Cinema etc are and dodging in and out of the parking spaces doing handbrake skids.
Going down the motorway was nasty. Not nice going at 110mph with a lad who's just passed his test that same day and after seeing Final Destination 2 so many times. *cringe*
I almost pooped myself. Doesn't help in the first place to be so afraid of cars.
Occasionally stopping in dark, hidden places every half an hour for them to have a smoke. A spliff, even. And smoking the whole car out with the stuff. Everyone seemed to get extremely horny after those few stops. Whether it was the hash or the new car doing that, who knows?!
It was a rough night. Felt so unbelievably good to get into bed at 3:00am and instantly fall asleep for the first time in.. forever.
I also tried driving a car on Saturday. I failed miserabely. I can't even start the car! Always trying to remember:
Handbrake up. Clutch down, gear in 1st, slowly lift foot off clutch whislt gently pushing the accelerator... seconds later.. stalls.
Ack! Must've stalled it about 5 times in a row. It's that annoying thing when you move forward slightly then back everso quickly making your head bang against the head-rest thingy. Tut. Will get there one day.
So. Full of driving. How fun.
Wow. That was .. new.
Ithankyou, boucoup.
> Why steer clear of the huge exhausts?
http://www.demonvw.co.uk/readers/mad_mk2/13.jpg
The defence rests.
> Nova/Corsa/Renault
> They're ok cars, but when you ass-snorklers put neon/alloys etc on
> them it marks you as a clown.
So people who have an interest in the subject of modifying motors are automatically considered clowns?
Yes I admit - Some drivers of the cars act like idiots and think they are the best. But why generalise people who want to just share their hobby?
The goverment has set up (in my town) 'legal cruises' where modded car owners go and park up to chat/show off their motors. If anyone causes trouble they are arrested immediatly.
So just think about it before you automatically dismiss the modded community as 'clowns'.
This is seeing carpark after carpark on a Saturday night rammed to the top with grunting monkeys in Nova/Corsa/Renault 5 cars lowered with all manner of rubbish on them.
They drive up and down. And up and down.
Some "nyaaaah" out of the window.
They all drive at 60mph 2 inches from the back of my car.
They all swing around on tyres in the yard.
And they all, without fail, turn into simpering little girls when you stop your car in the road, get out and walk back to them intent on pulling them out of the window and stamping on them for driving too close.
If you modify your car and think car-parks are where it's at?
You are a mouthbreathing orangutan that will never amount to anything more than Maxx Power subscriber.
And not one of these bonobos is over 25.
It's all ferrety little 16yr olds in baseball caps and sovereign rings.
Deal with it.
I'll be sure to subscribe to Max Power tommorow and dye my bodily hair ginger.
And get a burberry cap/baseball cap/sovereign rings/single gold chain/gelled wet look hair/tracksuit bottoms/Kappa top.
Come to Harlow, you'll see the international meeting point for these chimps. It's laughable, it really is.
Being at traffic lights in a mate's TVR Cerbera and up screeks a drooling tard in a Nova tramping the accelerator and wanting to race.
It's a dick thing.
I drive a Vauxhall Cavalier. Why?
Because I dont care one iota about cars and my only criteria is that it fits my drum kit in.
It's not modding the cars that's the problem, it's the uniform stereotype of the boy-racer that does you no favours.
Of course, these people will always argue that people they refer to as 'chicks' or 'birds' will actually 'dig', or indeed even 'well dig' these magnanimous motorised extensions, and will, without hesitation, 'put out' or perhaps 'get down', which is reward in itself for acting like an intellectually stunted lemming. Personally, I think that if you get off on butterfly netting gormless females without the mental coherency to choose a mate on any basis other than their material possessions, then more power to you. Personally, I prefer that they are actually interested in me.
End of today's rant.