cheese wrote:none of those compare to having a drunken slapper named sophie in the passanger seat who decides that it would be fun to tug really hard on the wheel while you're doin 120 on the motorway. thank the cheesegod that there was no barrier on the north western shoulders.
I had that once... she managed to get me heading right towards an off ramp barrier, lovely big point of steel right in front of us.. made a split second decision wether to turn back onto the motorway, and risk going sideways... or slam the anchors and go off the offramp at a redicolous speed... (Managed to get on the motorway with only a little bit of sideways action)
My dad is the worst, if im going through a 100k zone, nice straight roads... he has a go at me and tells me to go 80, so if he gets to take my car for a drive, its more like 120k, he's had more speeding tickets in my car than me and he's only driven it twice??
But yea, girlfriends are fun to scare like that to
My mum used to be pretty bad when I was like 13. Then when I was 15 and got my own car she stopped saying "be careful son," and started saying "don't get caught son." When I was 18 and got my Gts-t she started to worry again, until I took her drifiting in the rain one day.
Then the other day on the way from auckland to invercargill when I gave my sister a nice black ae92 fxgt for christmas we were crusing down the kaikoura coastline and came across some *cough* spirited drivers in an old carona with big fog lights on the front, we had a bit of fun for a hundred or so kilometres, and she took it really well.
P.s. If the driver of the white carona with the fog lamps on during the day a couple of weeks back along that highway is reading this, you did pretty well, next time I won't have mum in the passenger seat, might have to school you some more. Within the legal limits of sane driving on public roads that is.
cheese wrote:none of those compare to having a drunken slapper named sophie in the passanger seat who decides that it would be fun to tug really hard on the wheel while you're doin 120 on the motorway. thank the cheesegod that there was no barrier on the north western shoulders.
or a drunk girl that will keep tryin to kiss you while driving and not bein able to see the rd! my mums all sweet though with my driving, shes handled me drifting, handbrake goin into driveway and me tking off fast! yea go my mum
thats why you get a filthy one who just gives head instead. problem solved
my parents like mine, they can hear me from a couple streets away when i come to visit, so they can come and greet me at the door mind you, everyone likes a loud sooby exhaust.
my parents like mine, they can hear me from a couple streets away when i come to visit, so they can come and greet me at the door mind you, everyone likes a loud sooby exhaust.
On my last car my whole family didnt like my exhaust...but the cabin was well insulated so I couldnt hear anything!
Now my dad says mine is to quiet, and my mum says its to loud...
Fact of the day: I have only updated my fact of the day on time, Three times.
and me tking off fast! yea go my mum 
