*snort*
I get loaned a car every evening and weekend (I know, I know, I'm a lucky bastard). But the car allocation changes every week and as a result, I end up having to reaccomodate to a different driving style every week.
Last week, Congo Girl and I had to share car 26. This is her warning before I even had a chance to put the key in the ignition:
-the 26 has no power steering, so when you are about to make a tight turn, slow the car down and turn the wheel with all your might,
-the 26 is a little bit fickle, it tends to stall a lot. Make sure you really give it gas when your foot comes off the clutch,
-there are two large blind spots on either side of the windows due to the large metal frame blocking the view of incoming traffic.
Trembling, I turn the motor on and set on my merry way. Upon feeling like my spine is about to snap off when I drive on a bump, she adds "oh ya, and there are no shocks".
Surely, this driving practice has to make me the Best Driver in the World?
6 comments:
Hahahahahahahahaha!
Are you reffering to yourself?
'Cause if you are, you just KNOW what Mom and dad are going to say...
It's really touching to see such family solidarity :)
-Ammo
and you wonder where my lack of self-confidence stems from?
Hey, we didn't veer off into a ditch, or anything!!
Thanks for the burst of optimism Congo girl :)
The final test to becoming the best driver in the world is successfully using the Arc de Triomphe roundabout in Paris :)
-Amaury
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