Most cringeworthy thread you have ever read?
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Without wishing to absolutely kill this guy, he obviously likes his Golf a lot but this made me laugh.
HeSaid said:
Anyway, I warned the other half that I was gonna give it a go, pulled up on red, no one else around. Slipped it into park, tc held until it beeped confirming everything off. Selected race. Left foot hard on brake, Gearbox in S, floor throttle.
Revs climb quickly to 4k or so, not too much 'unhealthy' noise or feelings like I was expecting; It sounded happy and ready to go.
Light changed, I side stepped the brake with left foot and then 'it' happened.
By it I mean the single most enjoyable and surprising time in all of my driving life.
Revs climb quickly to 4k or so, not too much 'unhealthy' noise or feelings like I was expecting; It sounded happy and ready to go.
Light changed, I side stepped the brake with left foot and then 'it' happened.
By it I mean the single most enjoyable and surprising time in all of my driving life.
ManFromDelmonte said:
Without wishing to absolutely kill this guy, he obviously likes his Golf a lot but this made me laugh.
HeSaid said:
Anyway, I warned the other half that I was gonna give it a go, pulled up on red, no one else around. Slipped it into park, tc held until it beeped confirming everything off. Selected race. Left foot hard on brake, Gearbox in S, floor throttle.
Revs climb quickly to 4k or so, not too much 'unhealthy' noise or feelings like I was expecting; It sounded happy and ready to go.
Light changed, I side stepped the brake with left foot and then 'it' happened.
By it I mean the single most enjoyable and surprising time in all of my driving life.
Revs climb quickly to 4k or so, not too much 'unhealthy' noise or feelings like I was expecting; It sounded happy and ready to go.
Light changed, I side stepped the brake with left foot and then 'it' happened.
By it I mean the single most enjoyable and surprising time in all of my driving life.
Frio3535 said:
Taken from a thread in readers cars.
"Went for a meal round some work colleagues of my other half last Saturday evening. They are quite well off, nice big house, Jag in the drive way.
I'm not one for material items but its hard not to feel inferior sometimes when in their company...
Had the car valeted in the afternoon, pulled up in race mode for that exhaust burble on to their drive way, Bi-Xenon's glowing beautifully. Open the doors to the ambient lighting and puddle lights in the bottom of the mirrors, foot wells lit up nicely.
It just felt classy."
It's a golf.
That truly is cringeworthy. "Went for a meal round some work colleagues of my other half last Saturday evening. They are quite well off, nice big house, Jag in the drive way.
I'm not one for material items but its hard not to feel inferior sometimes when in their company...
Had the car valeted in the afternoon, pulled up in race mode for that exhaust burble on to their drive way, Bi-Xenon's glowing beautifully. Open the doors to the ambient lighting and puddle lights in the bottom of the mirrors, foot wells lit up nicely.
It just felt classy."
It's a golf.
krunchkin said:
that thread is truly arsewrenchingly dreadful. All the classic PH tropes. If I read one more f
king post about someone who knows a millionaire who dresses like a tramp and drives a beaten up old banger I'm going to shoot myself. The bks on this place never seems to die.
To be fair if you saw me walking around you'd think I'm a tramp.king post about someone who knows a millionaire who dresses like a tramp and drives a beaten up old banger I'm going to shoot myself. The bks on this place never seems to die. I wear a £3 primark black tshirt, a £7 pair of Tesco jeans, some tatty looking boots and a tatty jacket, my hair is always a mess and I don't shave.
I'm never taken seriously.
Can we have a Pseud-off?
The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
Sump said:
krunchkin said:
that thread is truly arsewrenchingly dreadful. All the classic PH tropes. If I read one more fking post about someone who knows a millionaire who dresses like a tramp and drives a beaten up old banger I'm going to shoot myself. The bks on this place never seems to die.
To be fair if you saw me walking around you'd think I'm a tramp.king post about someone who knows a millionaire who dresses like a tramp and drives a beaten up old banger I'm going to shoot myself. The bks on this place never seems to die. I wear a £3 primark black tshirt, a £7 pair of Tesco jeans, some tatty looking boots and a tatty jacket, my hair is always a mess and I don't shave.
I'm never taken seriously.
krunchkin said:
Sump said:
krunchkin said:
that thread is truly arsewrenchingly dreadful. All the classic PH tropes. If I read one more fking post about someone who knows a millionaire who dresses like a tramp and drives a beaten up old banger I'm going to shoot myself. The bks on this place never seems to die.
To be fair if you saw me walking around you'd think I'm a tramp.king post about someone who knows a millionaire who dresses like a tramp and drives a beaten up old banger I'm going to shoot myself. The bks on this place never seems to die. I wear a £3 primark black tshirt, a £7 pair of Tesco jeans, some tatty looking boots and a tatty jacket, my hair is always a mess and I don't shave.
I'm never taken seriously.
Adenauer said:
Pixelpeep7r said:
yay I'm famous 
Yes i am chuffed with the new car.
Am i going a big over the top? Maybe
--- The Golf Guy
Good for you, chap. Yes i am chuffed with the new car.
Am i going a big over the top? Maybe
--- The Golf Guy
I just hope they don't spot the 'launch control is it's party piece', bit in your profile.
Edited by Adenauer on Tuesday 18th November 12:54
Now amended.
trashbat said:
Can we have a Pseud-off?
The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
It's like an extract from Brett Easton Ellis' new novel - Middle-England Psycho.The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
Or something Adrian Mole would write.
trashbat said:
Can we have a Pseud-off?
The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
I'm getting an erection reading that. The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
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