I may have mentioned in past posts that black BMWs and I don’t see eye to eye as a rule.
Harriet, my little red 1988 Yugo 55a was a gem of a car. She would take them on from a standing start at traffic lights and always win. OK, not by much, but win she did.
(If you’re not familiar with Yugos, Bruce Willis and Samuel L Jackson drove one in Die Hard with a Vengeance)
Then of course there was the respray job for the senior boss’s son’s car that he had been allowed to collect a day early because August 1st, when annual new registrations hit the road at the time, was on a Saturday.
Another good story about cars has to be from my High Street banking days.
It was so long ago that I can’t remember if it was a BMW, but I do recall it was a flashy black sports car, and at the wheel was an equally flashy toff git** trying to impress his female passenger (I knew him but not the girlfriend).
True to form, ‘Mr Poseur’ was revving the engine at the junction to attract attention as he waited to turn right.
It was lunchtime so traffic was quite heavy, therefore there was a lot of revving, snobby laughing and girly giggling until an opportunity arose for him to turn.
With an exaggerated flourish, he revved the engine some more, slammed the car into gear, and reversed smack into the car behind him.
Suddenly there was no more revving or laughing as he burst into unmanly tears no doubt wondering how he was going to explain it to his Dad (I knew him too, a nice guy, extremely well off and proud of his car. Yeah, right).
Girly got out and caught the bus. She was still giggling.
Made my day.
** The son was an arrogant and self centred ex boyfriend of two weeks, who was forever looking down his nose at his working friends as he went on and on about money and how he would never be expected to work because of ‘Daddy’s connections’.
Hehehehehe… oh my!
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I spent a year studying at a nautical college and the principal was a pompous ex RN Commander. Once when coming back into Cardiff Docks (on the training ketch), he was standing well out on the bowsprit waving to anybody who cared to watch him. He slipped! We laughed! He didn’t! Arrogance and pride will always get you in the end! 🙂
Love the story! It’s sort of like when someone blows by you on the road, well above the speed limit, then you see them a few miles later pulled over. Never fails to put a smile on my face!
That’s happened to us too. We were cheeky and waved!!!
Ha! Even better!