Driving Stories
I got my permit a couple of days ago. Driving just feels right.
Any of you new drivers? Got any white knucked parents screaming WE'RE GONNA DIE! digging their fingernails into the dashboard yet?
Do any of the rest of you have good stories of back-in-the-day driving or now?
Funniest thing a cop has said?
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I just received my permit 12/23. I am eligible to take my license test on 6/23. I haven't had any stories yet, (nor do I hope to have any). I certainly cannot wait to have the freedom to drive on my own.
I am a junior in high school, but my college search is beginning!
*Is astonished at the sudden burst of activity*
Well, better update:
I've been driving for over a year now and I got my license two months ago. I was so nervous during the test that I kept slipping up (forgetting to shift to reverse when I was instructed to back up, etc). I passed by the skin of my teeth and was labeled a "congestion hazard" :P. I'm a good driver when I'm not nervous, though. I got 99% on the written test (I bumped the wrong button on the touchscreen by mistake >:( ).
Driving anywhere you want without a parent in the car FTW!
Well, better update:
I've been driving for over a year now and I got my license two months ago. I was so nervous during the test that I kept slipping up (forgetting to shift to reverse when I was instructed to back up, etc). I passed by the skin of my teeth and was labeled a "congestion hazard" :P. I'm a good driver when I'm not nervous, though. I got 99% on the written test (I bumped the wrong button on the touchscreen by mistake >:( ).
Driving anywhere you want without a parent in the car FTW!
I think Gjdj3 was the one who bumped the topic on the 4th...clearly it got folks' attention :-)
My first car was an old Mini, and I was one of only three students that drove to school. Result - Fridays were spent in town instead of in lessons, as a car-load drove down to the snooker hall.
One rainy day, there were five of us in the Mini, and I was driving down the hill into town when I had to brake. Well, I wanted to brake.
Instead, I found myself aqua-planing down the hill with four other teenagers all convinced they were about to die...
Or the time I shot over a hump-backed bridge in a built-up area at well over 40mph (in the same Mini), straight into a radar-trap. At the same time, I missed my gears and crashed it into reverse - that saved my license, because the officer with the radar gun was doubled up laughing at me and forgot to point the gun at me.
Or there was the time I was a passenger in a different Mini, again there were five of us, driving from Manchester to Blackpool to see the illuminations. Then Kitegirl (now Kitewife) spent the whole journey sitting on my knee. Overloading kept us down to around 40mph, even on the motorway, and Kitegirl had to lie down whenever we saw a police car. When we got there, I discovered a slight problem - I couldn't walk! All that time with a (cute) weight on my lap had completely cut the blood supply off. I was numb from the hips down, and had to crawl out of the car and lie on the pavement until the circulation kicked in again.
One rainy day, there were five of us in the Mini, and I was driving down the hill into town when I had to brake. Well, I wanted to brake.
Instead, I found myself aqua-planing down the hill with four other teenagers all convinced they were about to die...
Or the time I shot over a hump-backed bridge in a built-up area at well over 40mph (in the same Mini), straight into a radar-trap. At the same time, I missed my gears and crashed it into reverse - that saved my license, because the officer with the radar gun was doubled up laughing at me and forgot to point the gun at me.
Or there was the time I was a passenger in a different Mini, again there were five of us, driving from Manchester to Blackpool to see the illuminations. Then Kitegirl (now Kitewife) spent the whole journey sitting on my knee. Overloading kept us down to around 40mph, even on the motorway, and Kitegirl had to lie down whenever we saw a police car. When we got there, I discovered a slight problem - I couldn't walk! All that time with a (cute) weight on my lap had completely cut the blood supply off. I was numb from the hips down, and had to crawl out of the car and lie on the pavement until the circulation kicked in again.
LOL, I'm sorry but, WHAT"S UP WITH YOU BRITS AND YOUR TINY CARS?!?!?
Tiny?
To a Yank, maybe. Years ago, we went to Florida and hired a hatchback. We found that most car-park spaces were wide enough for us to turn around in the space! Insane.
As for the Mini - it's a design classic, dominated international rallying for years, and is far quicker in urban driving than anything larger. Have you seen the chase scene in Bourne Identity? That's true, that is.
In my younger, rasher days I drove a Mini City with a 998cc engine. A fellow sixth-former drove a 3-litre Ford Capri Sport. It was brown stuff off a shovel in a straight line on an open road, but I could beat him across town every time. Not only did my Mini fit through tiny gaps in traffic, the whole thing weighed less than a tonne, and most of the weight was in the engine over the front wheels - no matter which way you pointed it, it went there. That, plus the tiny turning circle, and even shorter wheel-base mean that the Mini is still, for my money, the best short-distance car around. And so easy to maintain - no need for jacks or lifts, I just rolled it over onto an old mattress!
I especially prefer it for driving off main roads - I grew up in the North West, steep hills (I learned my 3-point turn on a 1-in-4), roads less than six feet wide with adverse cambers, no verge, no white lines, no cats' eyes, no lighting. I never met driving conditions a Mini couldn't cope with, even dry loose sand at the beach.
I only stopped driving my Mini when I stuck it into the side of a pub whilst showing off for a girl. It was bent too badly to fix. :-(
On the plus side, that's when Kitewife chose to ask me out, using the crash as an excuse to take me out for a drink, "to get over it".
Unfortunately, she now won't let me buy another one - not only does it fail every modern safety test, she knows exactly what I'd be like behind the wheel...
To a Yank, maybe. Years ago, we went to Florida and hired a hatchback. We found that most car-park spaces were wide enough for us to turn around in the space! Insane.
As for the Mini - it's a design classic, dominated international rallying for years, and is far quicker in urban driving than anything larger. Have you seen the chase scene in Bourne Identity? That's true, that is.
In my younger, rasher days I drove a Mini City with a 998cc engine. A fellow sixth-former drove a 3-litre Ford Capri Sport. It was brown stuff off a shovel in a straight line on an open road, but I could beat him across town every time. Not only did my Mini fit through tiny gaps in traffic, the whole thing weighed less than a tonne, and most of the weight was in the engine over the front wheels - no matter which way you pointed it, it went there. That, plus the tiny turning circle, and even shorter wheel-base mean that the Mini is still, for my money, the best short-distance car around. And so easy to maintain - no need for jacks or lifts, I just rolled it over onto an old mattress!
I especially prefer it for driving off main roads - I grew up in the North West, steep hills (I learned my 3-point turn on a 1-in-4), roads less than six feet wide with adverse cambers, no verge, no white lines, no cats' eyes, no lighting. I never met driving conditions a Mini couldn't cope with, even dry loose sand at the beach.
I only stopped driving my Mini when I stuck it into the side of a pub whilst showing off for a girl. It was bent too badly to fix. :-(
On the plus side, that's when Kitewife chose to ask me out, using the crash as an excuse to take me out for a drink, "to get over it".
Unfortunately, she now won't let me buy another one - not only does it fail every modern safety test, she knows exactly what I'd be like behind the wheel...
Jan 5, 2009. 7:54 PMLabot2001
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Unfortunately, she now won't let me buy another one
I know how you feel. Mom asked me what kind of car I want, and I asked for a pre-BMW Mini. She said no, and asked me if I wanted a newer (2001+) one. Ew.
I know how you feel. Mom asked me what kind of car I want, and I asked for a pre-BMW Mini. She said no, and asked me if I wanted a newer (2001+) one. Ew.
Haha, that's old news - I have a Mini, a proper one, after I inherited a bunch of cash on the condition that I spend it on something I want, not something i need. Aren't aunts cool?
Indeed, mine have a habit of encountering poisonous snakes and require me to rescue them...
If our car's maintenance was that easy... Your point is proven, but one I would like to make.... I am SO not a "Yank"
What do you mean, not a Yank? You live in America - that's the definition of "Yank" to somebody whose great grandfather was a passing American soldier in WW1.
I bet you have a holdall full of nylon stockings as well, you rat.
;-)
I bet you have a holdall full of nylon stockings as well, you rat.
;-)
I'll have to say (and Nacho can attest) in this part of the US, "Yank" is a dire insult. Seriously, kids (and drunks) come to blows over such talk!
. heehee So true. I know ppl that still talk about The War of Northern Aggression.
Lots of rebel flags. You'll see bumper stickers - "The South will rise again!"
Dash it old chap, my ways have changed since november two years ago... WOOOT AMERICAN MINIS!!!
Feb 17, 2008. 5:33 PMLabot2001
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FYI, in "the South" (in America) a "Yank", "Yankee", or "Damyank" is a Northerner :]
Jan 10, 2009. 4:46 AMLabot2001
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But of course! Thank you, kind sir! I am, unfortunately, not familiar with that dialect.
> just rolled it over onto an old mattress! . ROFLMAO!!!!!!! Wish I could do that with my Mustang. It would make working on the drivetrain soooooo much easier. . > verge . There's my new word for today
It wasn't too many days ago that my wife thought we were going to die: going about 45 mph and 2 car lengths in front of me, some idiot decided to, #1: pull out of a parking lot into my path, and when I hit the brakes and locked up all 4 wheels, he..... #2: stops. My first reaction (from years of practicing in parking lots with ice in them) was to take my foot OFF the brake.....to get my steering back. Then it was a matter of going around the dumb founded driver, who I am sure thought I was going to hit him on the driver's side and kill him for his stupidity.
I just got honked at because I took too long to turn. I was also going five mph below the speed limit (it was raining) and had a ton of cars behind me.
I've got a story, but it's one of those idiotic things you regret as soon as you do it. Funny at the time though. Me and a few of my friends were driving around a couple of weekends ago. My friend who was driving turned 16 about 6 months ago. Anyway, we had been driving around and seeing lots of people with dogs in their cars. All of the dogs were hanging out the windows. Then we remembered that I had an old mounted deer head in my garage (I got it at a garage sale for 2 dollars. Greatest buy of my life. lol). We thought it would be hilarious to take the deer head and hang it out the window like a dog. It was great for a while, seeing the looks on all of the peoples faces. We had to stop when we almost caused an accident by shocking the other drivers. We didn't realize what a big reaction it would get!
Haha, thanks. I might post a video eventually. The funny part is, that it's not a small deer head either. It's a buck with rather large antlers. A pain to get out the window. lol.
Regret not! That is a most excellent story, and a most excellent thing to do :-) The other drivers should have been watching the road (or were they calling their friends on their bloody cellphones to tell them the story?). ~~Imbeciles~~People who let their dogs hang out the window are just begging for them to get bounced and dragged :-(
Nov 13, 2007. 10:10 PMwestfw
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I dunno. I never figured driving was supposed to be much "fun." I mean, you're causing a ton of metal to careen around at speed comparable to a pitched baseball. Mere yards away are other baseball-speed metal projectiles going in other directions. Controlled by little old ladies with all the reflexes of a drunken teenager. And drunken teenagers. Being distracted by their MOTAS. Tired spouses arguing with their spouses. Exhausted parents yelling at a back seat full of kids. Cops chasing bad guys. Bad guys speeding away from cops. Kids on their first long drive to college who've been 25 hours without much sleep. Even if you do everything perfectly, there's a relatively significant chance that someone else's mistake will be your bad luck. Every day on the traffic reports you can hear about people who are having a rotten day as the near-destruction of their car makes traffic worse. Relatively often this will involve "injuries", and all too often "fatalities." And that's just locally. On a national basis, in one year, more Americans are killed in traffic accidents than were killed in the entire Viet Nam War. You ought to be ... SCARED. It might save your life. (13Y old daughter... Practicing.)
. Here in the rural South, it's not at all uncommon to have the highway to yourself. One can go 10-15 miles and not see another car. Deer and armadillos are a bigger problem than other drivers. . I spent two weeks in the LA area about ten years ago and, unfortunately, I saw all the things you mentioned within the first few days. You ppl are maniacs! heehee Y'all have more traffic in the wee hours of a Sunday morning than we have during the Christmas buying season. This ol' country boy was glad to get back home. ;) . For some odd reason, traffic casualties/fatalities just don't seem to bother most ppl. Have a few dozen ppl get food-poisoning and it's red alert time, but the carnage on the highways doesn't raise an eyebrow. . I guess I'm lucky, NachoDaughter is 28 yo and still hasn't bothered to get her driver's license. Weird kid - I was at the exam station the day I became eligible. It kept me from having to buy her a car when she was a teen. :)
I have gotten into a bad habit, but I guess all beginners do this. Every time I see an oncoming car in the other lane, I think it is comming at me and instinctively slide/swerve to the right, sometimes driving on the shoulder for a few seconds. It doesn't seem like there is that mutch room between lanes.
I look 'em in the eye and pretend I'm playing chicken, works like a charm.
I still do that occasionally and I've been driving for almost eight years. I've had too many idiots nearly sideswipe me - they're always going 85 mph and they never use turn signals. It's nervewracking when you notice someone is closer than they should be, and it happens a lot here in Lousiville on 64.
*chuckle* actually there is almost no room "between" lanes...that little yellow double line....but, there is some room in each lane....it is all a matter of learning perspective.
Just got 25 min. of night driving in, along with some construction. I love driving :)
After you do one or two 8+ hours straight through to get somewhere, for whatever reason, it becomes much less attractive. If it doesn't, then you are suited to be a truck driver LOL ;-)
Jan 4, 2009. 9:23 AMbumpus
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I know this conversation is old. When we went up to Canada during summer, I drove 560 miles altogether. 2/3 was in daylight, the other at night. I love driving long distance.
I have made 2 trips in my life that really turned me off to driving, the first one took me 29 hours to get to the destination, and the second one was supposed to only take 12 hours, and I tuned it into a 26 hour trip.
Nov 14, 2007. 2:07 AMwestfw
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I find one gets spoiled, say, driving in the SF Bay area, where most highways are six lanes or more, plus Bot's Dots, plus median, plus shoulders, plus lighting. You go somewhere like Oklahoma and you have these DARK, two-lane roads with DITCHES on both sides, and nothing but a yellow line down the middle that you can't see very well if it's wet, and the speed limit is STILL 50+mph. It's a little un-nerving...
Jan 1, 2009. 11:13 PMextremegtafan
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I live in Oklahoma! I'm learning to drive my dad's 1991 Blazer, you can read my story about the ditches. I just posted it not too long ago... But the speed limit is 25, and there is no line, and the road is two lane, but about half the width of any sane two lane road. All the trees growing into it make it hard to widen, and you can't even drive in the appropriate lane with all the branches.
Which part of OK? Some of the backroads are simply awful, even in the cities a lot of them are bad.
Jan 6, 2009. 4:21 PMwestfw
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The roads I was talking about are on the outskirts of Tulsa; far enough from the city to be definitely "rural", but close enough to be part of the grid of roads built up. Say 121st st near Mingo (or vis versa), putting it about 12 miles S and 12 miles E of the center of the city (and technically in "Broken Arrow", I think.)
Ooo, I hate that area! Especially when it's raining, as you said. Or icy. >_<
Jan 7, 2009. 12:06 AMwestfw
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My parents used to live near 91st & Sheridan... "We" moved there after my first year of college, so I spent a couple summers and holidays there , then moved to the SF Bay area after I graduated, and OK was never really "home."
Aw. I know what you mean-it can be a hard place to to like. It's kinda ugly...
Jan 7, 2009. 10:28 AMwestfw
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I didn't find in particularly "ugly" per se; our move coincided with a big influx of easterners (American Airlines and at least one major oil company both moving their corp headquarters there), so that helped with SOME of the culture shock. But I never put down any "roots" at all. And very few place are as non-ugly as California! I remember being shown the Stanford Campus when I was here for job interviews, and just going "wow!" (palm trees!)
California! I've never been. :( I so want to go there.
You should! It's only about a 4 hour flight...and the variety of climates, geography, and geology here is amazing.
- In L.A. you can go from surfing beaches to skiing in less than 90 minutes (Venice to Mt. Baldy, assuming no traffic).
- We have both the highest (Mt. Whitney, 14,505 ft) and lowest (Death Valley) points in the contiguous 48 States, and they're just 75 miles apart.
- You can follow much of the San Andreas Fault driving through central California, south of Salinas.
- National Parks: Yosemite, Sequoia, Lassen Volcano, Joshua Tree, Death Valley and more (not to mention the GGNRA and Presidio in San Francisco)
Why, Kelsey-are you volunteering your couch?? :D It sounds so awesome. I want to spend like a month there.
Heh! My wife would shoot me. We've had a friend stay just two days (and my sister-in-law stay twice), and it's badly disruptive. The inflatable bed goes in our office, which means we don't have access to computing, printers, etc. the whole time.
Jan 8, 2009. 10:00 AMwestfw
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Um, us old folks need to be a bit careful not to appear to be trying to lure minors across state lines and stuff like that. Such things are internet legends (of the bad sort) made of. (Do we know how old "Adrian Monk" is?)
Ha. T'was a joke. No, we don't. I do believe I was born in the year 1512, but honestly I have no recollection of the event.
Cop- Why were you going so fast? Me-Just trying to get up the hill sir. Cop-But isn't 94 (mph) a little much? Me-Yes sir, but I thought I was only doing about 80.
Driving down the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia (my first trip to VA, so I took all day Sunday to make a big circle), my rental car was an early '90s Mustang convertible (I had ordered a compact, but that was all they had left, so I got it at the compact rate!).
I was doing, I think, 85 or so on a 50 MPH two-lane highway. After a while I looked in my mirror and there were two state troopers behind me, lights flashing. No siren (I didn't have the radio on), just lights. I pulled over right away.
Trooper: We've been following you for five miles. Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: Sorry, sir, I've never had a car like this (handing him the rental contract with my CA license), and I wasn't paying attention. Umm...65 or 70?
Trooper: Son, what kind of car do you drive?
Me: A Ford Festiva, sir.
Trooper: Well, this car's got a bit more kick to it than that. Please watch your speed from now on, and be careful.
Hands my stuff back and walks away.
I was doing, I think, 85 or so on a 50 MPH two-lane highway. After a while I looked in my mirror and there were two state troopers behind me, lights flashing. No siren (I didn't have the radio on), just lights. I pulled over right away.
Trooper: We've been following you for five miles. Do you know how fast you were going?
Me: Sorry, sir, I've never had a car like this (handing him the rental contract with my CA license), and I wasn't paying attention. Umm...65 or 70?
Trooper: Son, what kind of car do you drive?
Me: A Ford Festiva, sir.
Trooper: Well, this car's got a bit more kick to it than that. Please watch your speed from now on, and be careful.
Hands my stuff back and walks away.
Haha! Occasionally you'll get lucky like that. I got away from a 67 in a 35 once. But the 94 in a 55 got my license suspended!
I really don't have many driving stories. However, being a poor country girl, I've had several cheap cars that didn't work out very well. ;) My first car was Ford Escort, old as dirt and given to me by my grandmother when she upgraded. It was used mostly to drive around my boyfriend and 2-3 other friends and all of our skateboarding equipment. It got trashed very quickly. My friend Kelby also caused me to rub the side of a friend's car when I was backing out of a space because he was running at me with nunchucks. My second car was a Mitsubishi Mirage, though, and it was the biggest P.O.S. I've ever driven. Nothing was right about it. I got into my only wreck in it - which really consisted of me backing into the back fender of a huge truck that was hanging three feet over the end of the space. It was raining terribly, and I couldn't see. We were in a hotel parking lot and I never did find the owner - which didn't matter, I suppose, because nothing happened to the truck. I thought I had scratched the paint job, but it turned out to be a piece of silly string. My trunk, however, crumpled in like I have never seen. I'm pretty sure it was made of aluminum foil. Plus, the "I" fell off, and my trunk read "MITSUBISH" for a year or so. Then the car completely died and we managed to sell it for scrap. For $30. :P My last car was a Honda Accord. It had those cute little headlights that open and close. It lasted for quite a while, but eventually started messing up. A guy that lived in my apartment building came to the conclusion that it probably had something to do with my spark plugs, which he told me he could fix. I should have asked for references. He switched a couple of the spark plugs which ended in my car acting erratically, increasing in speed constantly and shaking like crazy, no matter if I had the brake down to the floor or not. This led to the most terrifying day driving I have ever experienced. I was leaving work, and suddenly realized my brakes weren't working. And my car was accelerating even when I was hitting the brake. I was coming up on a huge intersection with a red light and lines of cars in front of me. I was going 60. It occurred to me that I was probably going to die. I suppose I'm going at keeping my head on, though, because I figured out turning the car off stopped it immediately. Once I finally stopped it, I got out and fiddled with the spark plugs to no avail, because as soon as I got back in and had to turn it on, it was already trying to go 45. I had to turn the car on and off all the way home just so I didn't slam into people on the interstate. And that was the downfall of that car. The boy that "fixed" it thought buying me a Honda Accord manual would help me out, but I needed a lot more than that to get driving again. I ended up donating the dead car to charity. Now I drive a Honda ECHO and I have no complaints or stories because it runs as it should. :D
*puts spark plug wrench in bag and walk away whistling innocently*
One of the very first times I got behind the wheel was right after I got my permit. We pulled over in a parking lot and I took the wheel to drive the next ~5 miles home.
I may have gone 10 mph and had 11 cars behind me.
I may have gone 10 mph and had 11 cars behind me.
my brother is 16, every time we're in the car my mom's like maintain your lane! your to close to the curb! Your too close to the meridian! that was too wide of a turn! Quit giving it gas and then braking right before a light! You know you couldn't make that turn in the winter carful of the leaves, they're slippery! gogogogogogooo!
My mom likes to remind me that i need to break, put on my turn signal, or stop at a stop sign.
Jan 1, 2009. 11:19 PMextremegtafan
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Mom refuses to get into a car with me because I'm learning to drive from Dad. She almost has a heart attack when he drives because he actually goes up to the speed limit. I can remember when Mom use to go 30 mph down the interstate...
Jan 4, 2009. 7:39 AMbumpus
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My driving instructor had me driving at 35 on the interstate once, that probably was the most aggravating thing ever..
35 in a 65... :(
35 in a 65... :(
Ha. When I took the test, the guy administering it told me "You can go 55 through here..." XD
Once, when I was a kid, I was driving down the highway, smoking a cigar. I suddenly found myself in very heavy traffic, so I flicked the (mostly) extenguished cigar into a box of trash in the passenger seat. The box was from some greasy fried chicken I'd eaten a few hours earlier. Suddenly, the cigar got just enough air to fully ignite the paper and the GREASE. I was bumper to bumper, and door to door at 70 miles per hour, fighting a grease fire. It began to smoke, so I rolled the window down which only fanned the flames! I finally threw the box out the window, burning my hand, and nearly causing a major pile-up behind me.
See kids? Don't let anyone tell you different. Smoking really IS dangerous.
I've finally started motorin' about on my motorbike (illegally), so I've got a good tale: I had been driving in lopsided circles about my neighborhood, keeping to the speed limit and trying to be a safe driver. I pulled out onto the main drag to get to my street, and there was not a soul behind me for at least a 1/4 mile. I'm doing about 25mph, and I glance behind me and GREAT SCOTT, there's a chap in a jacked-up and blinged out pickup bearing down in me with great speed. I apply a little more throttle and get up to 30, but I've got a turn soon and this is the fastest I've ever gotten my bike up to so I'm more than a wee finicky. I turn on my turn signal, and tap the brakes a few hundred feet before my turn, and the moron in the truck is about 10 feet behind me. Now trucks like this, the hood of the engine is about where my shoulders are. Needless to say I was growing rather irritated, and I took my turn at a much higher speed than I would have preferred (20mph). I wasn't even out of the lane fully when that redneck redneck wannabe behind me gunned his engine and whipped passed me. I let fly with my blaring horn and gave him the finger, my first ever use of either as a motorist.
. How about a 120 mile trip in under an hour? Not recommended unless you live in a rural area. ;)
. Got pulled over for taking a 20MPH chicane at 55. Told the cop "Oh, well. Y'all haven't caught me in over 8 years. I guess I can't complain too much." He laughed, said "Everybody else tells me they never speed and just happen to be in a real big hurry that day." I still got a ticket, but he knocked it down to 40MPH.
. I've gotten out of several tickets (or had the citation reduced as above) by displaying a sense of humor. Cops run into plenty of jerks and seem to appreciate a little common courtesy when they're just doing their job.
. It didn't get me out of getting arrested for reckless driving, though. heehee
. Got pulled over for taking a 20MPH chicane at 55. Told the cop "Oh, well. Y'all haven't caught me in over 8 years. I guess I can't complain too much." He laughed, said "Everybody else tells me they never speed and just happen to be in a real big hurry that day." I still got a ticket, but he knocked it down to 40MPH.
. I've gotten out of several tickets (or had the citation reduced as above) by displaying a sense of humor. Cops run into plenty of jerks and seem to appreciate a little common courtesy when they're just doing their job.
. It didn't get me out of getting arrested for reckless driving, though. heehee
I have a doozy but I will have to wait to to type it all up LOL stay tuned....
Ok, let me see if I can get all this out: I was due to arrive in Rockford, ILL. in 14 hours. I was told it was about a 12 hour drive from where I live in PA. I made it through PA without incident, and Ohio (two very long states. When I got to Indiana, we ran into a snag (I am by myself by the way); the map I had was Indiana on one side, IL. on the other. I pulled over to look again for Rockford and found it way down at the south end of the state. I preceded to go there. And it took about 12 hours. The little town of Rockford had a single convenience store in it, but no college. I asked where the college was and the attendant didn't know. I went outside to sulk. A truck driver came up to me and said, "do you mean Rockford, IL?" I nearly cryed, "I;m not in IL?" Nope he said, you are on the south end of Indiana, and you have about a 12-14 hour drive to get to Rockford IL :..-..( 26 hours after I left home, I finally pull into Rockford, IL And suddenly, I hate driving too.
I believe so, I guess I meant the sequel to the sequel (or maybe a prequel).
This one is a double whammy. A friend took me to lake Chelan for a week during the summer. On the way there, about an hour away, The turbo on the pickup truck gave way. This was because of the boat we were pulling. We were stuck in the heat in the middle of nowhere for a very long time.
Here's the funny part:
A month later my family took our traditional trip to Chelan. Dad was comming home from work the day after we left, so he was going to take the boat. At Chelan, A day later, dad calls. Guess what? The boat trailer's tire blew clean off. Same place as the first incedent. No phone servise (like the first time, but somehow he managed to call us) We thought he was joking, but he wasn't
*This was really hurried because I have to go so ignore any spelling/grammer errors. The family has The Unit paused in the other room and are yelling at me to come and getting impachant now im just rushing Ahhg I'M COMMIN*
Here's the funny part:
A month later my family took our traditional trip to Chelan. Dad was comming home from work the day after we left, so he was going to take the boat. At Chelan, A day later, dad calls. Guess what? The boat trailer's tire blew clean off. Same place as the first incedent. No phone servise (like the first time, but somehow he managed to call us) We thought he was joking, but he wasn't
*This was really hurried because I have to go so ignore any spelling/grammer errors. The family has The Unit paused in the other room and are yelling at me to come and getting impachant now im just rushing Ahhg I'M COMMIN*
I love Lake Chelan! We were headed there and the car we were using hadn't been driven in a while and started smoking and smelling of burnt stuff. Luckily we were at my friends house because they had forgotten something when it started smoking....There was a mouse nest on the engine or something like that...
Ooo, squirrels are known to do that too. They can be buggers, chewing wires and hoses and such.
There are lots of squirrels at Lake Chelan, at least where I went.
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