gpetrola@prairienet.org 1962 TR4 (CT4852L)
"That's not a leak... My car is just marking its territory!"
Greg Petrolati, Champaign, Illinois
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Date: Thu, 3 Oct 1996 13:23:33 -0500
From: Scott Paceley <spaceley@uiuc.edu>
To: gpetrola@prairienet.org
Subject: humorous find, haaraar.
GP,
Saw this. Thought you'd enjoy. Bless those Brits, why don't we talk like this?
>Dear all,
>
>On a "racing theme", I was once the unwitting victim of an unwarranted piece
>of drag racing when I lived in Sheffield (England etc). Overtook a Lada,
>bloke inside (with his chip overflowing from his shoulder onto the passenger
>seat) took a dim view of this and dropped down a "cog".
>
>Right up my arse, weaving in an out (not of my arse), getting all
>aggressive. I wasn't fancying the aggro myself, and let "Mr Poland" roar
>(-ish) past me. He seemed oblivious to the fact that there was one of those
>traffic island type things separating the two lanes. That amused me, but
>that, as they say, was just the tart's duvet.
>
>His face, as he past me, was a smug and superior snoot. Casual, yet
>dismissive. Wanker.
>
>As he roared off in a cloud of burning oil and mechanical parts, I thought
>to myself that he was looking a bit self-righteous. Suddenly, just as he (I
>presume) shifted down a gear to slow for the imminent round-about
>(they're....oh, never mind), his tortured engine obviously couldn't take any
>more of this treatment, and let him know all it.
>
>With an audible "Bang!" (I was a couple of hundred yards away and the noise
>was as clear as a bell) and an explosion of light, flame and smoke from his
>undercarriage (if you'll pardon the expression), his exhaust pipe (again, I
>presume) exploded sending shards of red-hot metal (hopefully) right up his
>jacksay.
>
>I drove past and ignored the flaming wreck of his own vanity (Homer).
>
>Cheers (and careful!),
>
>Will
>
>1.8i BRG 96 "Passive"
* Scott Paceley * spaceley@uiuc.edu *
"Vision is the art of seeing things invisible"
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