What has your "friend" been up to?
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Breadvan72 said:
My friend approves of your friend. My friend’s brother once woke up with a warm Honda engine in his lap when he decided after several refreshments to test the interface between a Rover 216 Vitesse and a large oak tree. He and his friend were not even scratched. They scattered before the rural constabulary could investigate, and were never consequenced for their escapade. My dad ended up paying for the tree.
Why did your dad pay, surely it should have been your friends dad?While we’re on the subject of prangs, I’ve got a friend who reversed his Ford Escort in to a tree while on the phone.
My Friend ran his car up a kerb damaging two alloys - whilst typing something in to the satnav.
My Friend's car was due back to the lease company the next day and they made the inspector a cup of tea and chatted to them and successfully distracted them enough to avoid any charges.
So nobody would have been any the wiser, except for the fact that My Friend's other half was following in her car when it happened and wondered whMy Friend was doing a bit of impromptu Rally-Cross leaving the village.
My Friend's car was due back to the lease company the next day and they made the inspector a cup of tea and chatted to them and successfully distracted them enough to avoid any charges.
So nobody would have been any the wiser, except for the fact that My Friend's other half was following in her car when it happened and wondered whMy Friend was doing a bit of impromptu Rally-Cross leaving the village.
Not a big one, in the grand scheme of what friends get up to, but...
My friend is starting to regret explaining one of the neat tricks his XE does to his better half.
The one where the interior lighting goes red when he puts it into dynamic mode.
I'm told that the response to her waking up to a red-lit interior part way through a journey is to ask "You've been having fun again, haven't you?"
Still, she did apparently encourage him to actually buy the thing in the first place
My friend is starting to regret explaining one of the neat tricks his XE does to his better half.
The one where the interior lighting goes red when he puts it into dynamic mode.
I'm told that the response to her waking up to a red-lit interior part way through a journey is to ask "You've been having fun again, haven't you?"
Still, she did apparently encourage him to actually buy the thing in the first place
About ten years ago, my friend had a sheddy W124 230E Mercedes. It was a £400 car then. He had three mates in, flat out, and came across a left hand bend with a junction immediately after it, which itself is on another bend. Back end of the car broke away on the bend, so a mash of the throttle was required. junction appeared in the windscreen rather sooner than my friend expected, the brakes were not sufficient, and my friend went sailing out of the junction, across the road, and through one of those muckle council fences with a 4" square post and a 4" square rail held down with a buckle.
My friend hit a post square on, and completely removed it from the ground, as well as the lump of concrete it was embedded in. Rather heavy Panzer came to rest on the soft, grassy links having skirted between two massive boulders that have been placed to stop access.
My friend has never engaged reverse gear so fast. On removing himself from the scene, the damage to his W124 was the sum total of one of the headlamp wipers being on the piss, ever so slightly.
My friend hit a post square on, and completely removed it from the ground, as well as the lump of concrete it was embedded in. Rather heavy Panzer came to rest on the soft, grassy links having skirted between two massive boulders that have been placed to stop access.
My friend has never engaged reverse gear so fast. On removing himself from the scene, the damage to his W124 was the sum total of one of the headlamp wipers being on the piss, ever so slightly.
My friend went to Europe in his lovely RHD car, my friend almost took out a Citroen upon getting on the first autoroute and thus this made my friend very careful when driving around on the "wrong side" and not subsequent close calls took place. However this did not stop my friend from gouging bits out of his lovely cars alloys in a fair number of the European car parks that they frequented, at least my friend is thinking of getting some shiny new alloys once my friend has learnt where the current ones are 
My friend pathetically tries to blame that his previous car was much nimbler and smaller than this new one.
My friend pathetically tries to blame that his previous car was much nimbler and smaller than this new one. My friend recently purchased a new(old) car. a car with a nice Sony premium stereo option in, with buttons for making and ending phone calls, my friend spent at least an hour trying to connect his phone and get the Bluetooth phone bit working only to finally look it up on the internet and discover that despite the buttons the stereo doesn't have Bluetooth!!!!
Gojira said:
Not a big one, in the grand scheme of what friends get up to, but...
I'm told that the response to her waking up to a red-lit interior part way through a journey is to ask "You've been having fun again, haven't you?"
Either she's a heavy sleeper or he's not fully committed. I'm told that the response to her waking up to a red-lit interior part way through a journey is to ask "You've been having fun again, haven't you?"
mradam said:
Gojira said:
Not a big one, in the grand scheme of what friends get up to, but...
I'm told that the response to her waking up to a red-lit interior part way through a journey is to ask "You've been having fun again, haven't you?"
Either she's a heavy sleeper or he's not fully committed. I'm told that the response to her waking up to a red-lit interior part way through a journey is to ask "You've been having fun again, haven't you?"
My friend when he was 17 once tried to negotiate a roundabout in the wet at 70mph as he had been doing regular service on a friends 24yr old first car without the other friend knowing, friend thought he was going to get a beating and drove a bit too quick and ended up hitting a concrete lampost, many spins into the trees later he was rescued by angry friend and they hugged it out
My friend and a couple of other friends from work were on a business trip to France, where a hire car was procured from the airport and driven to the location of the meeting by one of the other friends. My friend in his generous manner agreed to drive the car back to Paris where the group of friends would have a night out prior to travelling home the following day. What my friend did not realise was that instead of dropping the car at Charles De gualle airport it was to be dropped off in Central Paris.
Not being one to back down and admit defeat my friend continued with the journey and got into the local spirit of the driving and indeed experienced both the arch de triumph and the change elises thanks to the navigational expertise of his friend.
However on arrival it was discovered that the Hire car office had long since shut so the car was parked on the road in the nearest available space, circa 1 mile and 5 streets away from the rental shop.
My Friend then left the keys at a hotel along with some broken french explanation. Just to be clear this was not his hotel, it was just a hotel that was conveniently on the way to his night out.
None of the friends ever found out what happened to the poor hire car, they like to think it is a permanent part of the permanent Paris scenery, either that or the poor company secretary got her credit card rinsed for the cost of a pug 308
Not being one to back down and admit defeat my friend continued with the journey and got into the local spirit of the driving and indeed experienced both the arch de triumph and the change elises thanks to the navigational expertise of his friend.
However on arrival it was discovered that the Hire car office had long since shut so the car was parked on the road in the nearest available space, circa 1 mile and 5 streets away from the rental shop.
My Friend then left the keys at a hotel along with some broken french explanation. Just to be clear this was not his hotel, it was just a hotel that was conveniently on the way to his night out.
None of the friends ever found out what happened to the poor hire car, they like to think it is a permanent part of the permanent Paris scenery, either that or the poor company secretary got her credit card rinsed for the cost of a pug 308
My friend likes the idea of the “change elises”. Did your friend go from a red Elise to a blue one? Is it true that the red ones go faster but crash more?
By the way, les Champs d’Elysee and l’Arc de Triomphe are for wimps! Real hardcore Parisian driving adventures occur when trying to change lanes on the Peripherique, or when trying to negotiate Place de la Concorde or Bastille, preferably when a Presidential motorcade is in the vicinity. Do that, and you are ready for Rome, or Hyde Park Corner on a pushbike (the latter is also known as “mind shattering terror”).
By the way, les Champs d’Elysee and l’Arc de Triomphe are for wimps! Real hardcore Parisian driving adventures occur when trying to change lanes on the Peripherique, or when trying to negotiate Place de la Concorde or Bastille, preferably when a Presidential motorcade is in the vicinity. Do that, and you are ready for Rome, or Hyde Park Corner on a pushbike (the latter is also known as “mind shattering terror”).
james_TW said:
I drove through, round and in Paris when I was 19 & 20, fearless and stupid (I have family there) in a VW Vento - A feat that I do not ever want to repeat 
At much the same age I used to negotiate Hype Park Corner and Park Lane daily in a battered old air portable Land Rover. Funnily enough, I never really had trouble making progress except for the fairly frequent occasions that it conked out
.psi310398 said:
james_TW said:
I drove through, round and in Paris when I was 19 & 20, fearless and stupid (I have family there) in a VW Vento - A feat that I do not ever want to repeat
At much the same age I used to negotiate Hype Park Corner and Park Lane daily in a battered old air portable Land Rover. Funnily enough, I never really had trouble making progress except for the fairly frequent occasions that it conked out.This is not about you!!
It is about your friend.
I can't stand self-obsessed posters.
psi310398 said:
My friend apologises. His friend forgot to reflect that he was transcribing his friend's reminiscences
My friend too.He also has reminded me of a story where he came to a corner at 50+mph in his new (to him) VW Bora, his departed Leon went around this corner at 60+, the Bora did not. In fact my friend's Bora ended up backwards, deep in to a field having missed a curb, fenceposts, ditch and hedge and only destroyed a tyre.
This VW Bora was taken, by my friend, to VW with "handling problems" which were resolved by warranty replaced shocks and the comment was "it's a bit muddy under the car, isn't it?". My friend denied all knowledge - It was like that when it was bought. Honest
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