Loads of GTA's for sale

by **Stunned Monkey** » Fri Aug 15, 2008 6:22 pm

Errrr.... you what?

Si21... think Lee Evans, only slightly chunker and less sweaty.

He ain't no middle aged Dad... but I hate to burst yer bubble.

japanese cars - bags of performance and handling, but bigger all personality. You'll be back

by **GTAlex82** » Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:25 pm

but I hate to burst yer bubble.

You arn't my type either man, but I feel bad for calling your beloved Marque mean names.

by **BIG_MVS** » Mon Aug 18, 2008 3:56 pm

GTAlex82 wrote:Hey Simon. Maybe I was a little harsh calling the old girl unreliable. I mean, I could always rely on her break down. GEDDIT? God I hope she can't hear me or Ill never get her going again. She's like that. Pretty but get on the wrong side of her and boy!
But you know, me and her had some awesome times together. I bought her for my 24th birthday present and it was love at first traffic light.
One time the battery pancaked in the fast lane of the M6 in rush hour a stones throw from the RAC call centre. My name is still etched in 3 foot high letters on the concrete barrier there. Its not PIES by the way, thats the M1. Im glad my name isnt Nathanial or Ezebenethial. Did you ever see that graffiti on the M40 that asked the following question in 6 foot letters of all the poor suckers stuck in their BMWS: "WHY DO YOU DO THIS EVERY DAY?" That was rad.
I lived on a farm with my buddies for a time and often pushed her down the hill toward a rapidly approaching farm gate, ran round the side and jumped in to bump start her. She only went in the ditch once. Polythene 1, Planet Earth, Nil.
She outlasted several girlfriends, got waved on by enthusiastic traffic cops once and got away from them once, and was left unmolested outside the Savoy for half a day when the water pump exploded.
I also said she was slow (sorry darlin) but I admit on the M45 she felt like she was going to go back in time, or at least over a hedge. Yep, good times. I think in reality, Honda or not, she'll end up being stored away for when I too am aged and grey and have a spreading midriff and less of an inclination to annoy people for fun. By then she might be the only one of her kind left. Imagine that! Like Knightrider. If Knightrider got soft and squashy in the sunlight and did about 12 miles to the gallon.
The moral of this story is two fold- firstly doing stupid irresponsible things is awesome; encourage it in your kids and they'll grow up big and strong. Secondly dont ever drive steaming and race the cops unless youre driving a plastic french Kinder Egg toy who's frontal crash structure and fuel tank are one and the same. You need that kind of focus to beat the Met's finest. Theyre the real heroes.
To the boys in blue, both the flashing kind and the French racing kind, I salute you!

Well why didn't you say something like that in the first place :roll: