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My friend liked his French cars, particularly hot hatches, and some millenia ago, he had a brand new Clio 172 and was out with some pals having a quiet trundle around.
At the time, my friend lived in that there Yorkshire and this tale took place in the eastern part of the county.
Picture the story, my friend is enjoying a trundle with his "internet mates" somewhere near Beverley, if you know the area there is a village which as part of it's name sounds like a long deceased Heron Suzuki team mate of Barry Sheene's and near said village is a spectacular stretch of road. The road comes off a junction and is arrow straight for about a mile before a slight left hand bend. Just before said bend, is a sharp dip, which if you are travelling quickly enough, provides G force to your neck.
My friend and his buddies were travelling quickly enough to expereince this and my friend was thinking to himself
"wheeeee this is GREAT fun"
Only for the guy in front to dab his brakes at the point where my friends Clio's suspension was starting to relax after being compressed. My friend quite quickly dabbed his brakes only for the back end to step about a foot out of line on some loose gravel. My friend didn't mind admitting he very nearly pooed himself that day as if he had lost control, his exit point from the road would have been someone's cottage front room
At this point my friend realised his enthusiasm far far outwieghed his ability behind the wheel and that he should probably not drive quick cars anymore but he didnt learn. He still bought French cars too.
At the time, my friend lived in that there Yorkshire and this tale took place in the eastern part of the county.
Picture the story, my friend is enjoying a trundle with his "internet mates" somewhere near Beverley, if you know the area there is a village which as part of it's name sounds like a long deceased Heron Suzuki team mate of Barry Sheene's and near said village is a spectacular stretch of road. The road comes off a junction and is arrow straight for about a mile before a slight left hand bend. Just before said bend, is a sharp dip, which if you are travelling quickly enough, provides G force to your neck.
My friend and his buddies were travelling quickly enough to expereince this and my friend was thinking to himself
"wheeeee this is GREAT fun"
Only for the guy in front to dab his brakes at the point where my friends Clio's suspension was starting to relax after being compressed. My friend quite quickly dabbed his brakes only for the back end to step about a foot out of line on some loose gravel. My friend didn't mind admitting he very nearly pooed himself that day as if he had lost control, his exit point from the road would have been someone's cottage front room
At this point my friend realised his enthusiasm far far outwieghed his ability behind the wheel and that he should probably not drive quick cars anymore but he didnt learn. He still bought French cars too.
Breadvan72 said:
Jon, I gave up NPE earlier this year and I am much the happier for it. It is a bleak place. The negativity, spite, and sheer lack of human decency routinely on display there is quite a thing. Better to (1) talk about cars and motorbikes, and (2) tell tall tales in here.
..and if my friend could contribute to the cocktail discussion a bit late as he has been at work all day, he would probably suggest a Clevelander, as served by Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab in Vegas.
He and his wife has spent many an enjoyable hour trying to match their taste at home, and many an enjoyable hour failing.
My friend back in the 1980s decided to go to the local picnic site during a lunch break...in heavy snow....in a mini.
Anyhow after going down quite a steep hill they hit a deep snowdrift and got stuck at the bottom. After many times of wobbling and sliding back down again my friend gave up.
Fortunately a passing rally driver happened to be passing who drive minis managed to get it half way up. Then just passing was a van full of council workmen who pushed it to the top.
My friend says this is 100% true but no one ever believes them.
Anyhow after going down quite a steep hill they hit a deep snowdrift and got stuck at the bottom. After many times of wobbling and sliding back down again my friend gave up.
Fortunately a passing rally driver happened to be passing who drive minis managed to get it half way up. Then just passing was a van full of council workmen who pushed it to the top.
My friend says this is 100% true but no one ever believes them.
Another friend of mine had a mini pickup back in the day and hadn't learn about lift off oversteer and was trundling along nicely when he came across a bend entering a village of a North Herts town, which tightens up and being somewhat of a berk, said friend put his foot down hard as he enjoyed the car sliding.
Which it did, then the tyres bit and started to pull him hard right, so this particular friend lifted off and the bed swung round and this friend found himself on the pavement outside a garden centre.
He soon learnt what lift off oversteer was.
Which it did, then the tyres bit and started to pull him hard right, so this particular friend lifted off and the bed swung round and this friend found himself on the pavement outside a garden centre.
He soon learnt what lift off oversteer was.
My friend accidentally wandered into NP&E again and noted a regular poster who calls other posters out for using childish name calling, using childish name calling. My friend also notes that some of the regular posters who call other posters 'the usual suspects' and 'ultras' are now the usual suspects and becoming ultras. My friend noticed that the pointless bile and condescending tone of many posts comes from both ends of the political spectrum. Funny old place, NP&E. My friend will endeavor to give it a swerve for a bit.
My friend is returned from Crewe after missing his booked train home by thirty seconds, a place he never wanted to visit even whilst being paid to do so. Funny place, Crewe!
My friend would like to consume several Martinis but is very wary of being D&A tested at work in the morning, so might just peruse some cars for sale ads instead.
My friend is returned from Crewe after missing his booked train home by thirty seconds, a place he never wanted to visit even whilst being paid to do so. Funny place, Crewe!
My friend would like to consume several Martinis but is very wary of being D&A tested at work in the morning, so might just peruse some cars for sale ads instead.
notslopes said:
My friend liked his French cars, particularly hot hatches, and some millenia ago, he had a brand new Clio 172 and was out with some pals having a quiet trundle around.
At the time, my friend lived in that there Yorkshire and this tale took place in the eastern part of the county.
Picture the story, my friend is enjoying a trundle with his "internet mates" somewhere near Beverley, if you know the area there is a village which as part of it's name sounds like a long deceased Heron Suzuki team mate of Barry Sheene's and near said village is a spectacular stretch of road. The road comes off a junction and is arrow straight for about a mile before a slight left hand bend. Just before said bend, is a sharp dip, which if you are travelling quickly enough, provides G force to your neck.
My friend and his buddies were travelling quickly enough to expereince this and my friend was thinking to himself
"wheeeee this is GREAT fun"
Only for the guy in front to dab his brakes at the point where my friends Clio's suspension was starting to relax after being compressed. My friend quite quickly dabbed his brakes only for the back end to step about a foot out of line on some loose gravel. My friend didn't mind admitting he very nearly pooed himself that day as if he had lost control, his exit point from the road would have been someone's cottage front room
At this point my friend realised his enthusiasm far far outwieghed his ability behind the wheel and that he should probably not drive quick cars anymore but he didnt learn. He still bought French cars too.
My friend informs me that Clio 172s and 182s will lift off oversteer like a bandit given enough encouragement. He mentioned that whilst it often seems like a good idea to provoke such behaviour on a wet roundabout, it invariably isn’t a good idea. At the time, my friend lived in that there Yorkshire and this tale took place in the eastern part of the county.
Picture the story, my friend is enjoying a trundle with his "internet mates" somewhere near Beverley, if you know the area there is a village which as part of it's name sounds like a long deceased Heron Suzuki team mate of Barry Sheene's and near said village is a spectacular stretch of road. The road comes off a junction and is arrow straight for about a mile before a slight left hand bend. Just before said bend, is a sharp dip, which if you are travelling quickly enough, provides G force to your neck.
My friend and his buddies were travelling quickly enough to expereince this and my friend was thinking to himself
"wheeeee this is GREAT fun"
Only for the guy in front to dab his brakes at the point where my friends Clio's suspension was starting to relax after being compressed. My friend quite quickly dabbed his brakes only for the back end to step about a foot out of line on some loose gravel. My friend didn't mind admitting he very nearly pooed himself that day as if he had lost control, his exit point from the road would have been someone's cottage front room
At this point my friend realised his enthusiasm far far outwieghed his ability behind the wheel and that he should probably not drive quick cars anymore but he didnt learn. He still bought French cars too.
AndrewGP said:
notslopes said:
My friend liked his French cars, particularly hot hatches, and some millenia ago, he had a brand new Clio 172 and was out with some pals having a quiet trundle around.
At the time, my friend lived in that there Yorkshire and this tale took place in the eastern part of the county.
Picture the story, my friend is enjoying a trundle with his "internet mates" somewhere near Beverley, if you know the area there is a village which as part of it's name sounds like a long deceased Heron Suzuki team mate of Barry Sheene's and near said village is a spectacular stretch of road. The road comes off a junction and is arrow straight for about a mile before a slight left hand bend. Just before said bend, is a sharp dip, which if you are travelling quickly enough, provides G force to your neck.
My friend and his buddies were travelling quickly enough to expereince this and my friend was thinking to himself
"wheeeee this is GREAT fun"
Only for the guy in front to dab his brakes at the point where my friends Clio's suspension was starting to relax after being compressed. My friend quite quickly dabbed his brakes only for the back end to step about a foot out of line on some loose gravel. My friend didn't mind admitting he very nearly pooed himself that day as if he had lost control, his exit point from the road would have been someone's cottage front room
At this point my friend realised his enthusiasm far far outwieghed his ability behind the wheel and that he should probably not drive quick cars anymore but he didnt learn. He still bought French cars too.
My friend informs me that Clio 172s and 182s will lift off oversteer like a bandit given enough encouragement. He mentioned that whilst it often seems like a good idea to provoke such behaviour on a wet roundabout, it invariably isn’t a good idea. At the time, my friend lived in that there Yorkshire and this tale took place in the eastern part of the county.
Picture the story, my friend is enjoying a trundle with his "internet mates" somewhere near Beverley, if you know the area there is a village which as part of it's name sounds like a long deceased Heron Suzuki team mate of Barry Sheene's and near said village is a spectacular stretch of road. The road comes off a junction and is arrow straight for about a mile before a slight left hand bend. Just before said bend, is a sharp dip, which if you are travelling quickly enough, provides G force to your neck.
My friend and his buddies were travelling quickly enough to expereince this and my friend was thinking to himself
"wheeeee this is GREAT fun"
Only for the guy in front to dab his brakes at the point where my friends Clio's suspension was starting to relax after being compressed. My friend quite quickly dabbed his brakes only for the back end to step about a foot out of line on some loose gravel. My friend didn't mind admitting he very nearly pooed himself that day as if he had lost control, his exit point from the road would have been someone's cottage front room
At this point my friend realised his enthusiasm far far outwieghed his ability behind the wheel and that he should probably not drive quick cars anymore but he didnt learn. He still bought French cars too.
My friend had a 308GTi 270 and because it has quite a lot of oomph for a car that size, decided it must lift off oversteer like a good 'un.
It didn't and my friend did a good impression of Clarkson in that old MGSVR.
My friend has given up with cars for daily use and now walks to work and enjoys watching other people getting irate when trying to cross a roundabout.
My friend isn't drinking cocktails or lamenting Crewe. Although the last time my friend was in said town, he came away celebrating a Plymouth Argyle away win on the first day of the season.
My friend is contenting himself watching night practice for Spa 24h and drinking the greatest beer in the world.
My friend is contenting himself watching night practice for Spa 24h and drinking the greatest beer in the world.
All this talk of cocktails is making my friend thirsty, but as he has just brushed his teeth, it would not be a good time to start drinking anything and expecting it to taste nice.
He is however going to be staying in Exeter next week and thanks the earlier poster’s friend for the recommendation.
He is however going to be staying in Exeter next week and thanks the earlier poster’s friend for the recommendation.
My friend, inspired by reading this thread over the last week, decided to neck 2 thirds of a bottle of French Grain Vodka while trying to perfect his Martinis.
My friend feels much better than he really deserves to today.
'I'd rather be hungover on work time, than have it be a waste of my time...'
B. Yorkshire - 2020
My friend feels much better than he really deserves to today.
'I'd rather be hungover on work time, than have it be a waste of my time...'
B. Yorkshire - 2020
One of my friends has a small lump just inside his hair line from when he was a kid, walking along running his finger along a fence and engrossed in what he was doing, he all but ran full pelt into a lamp post that had a small bit of metal curving outwards.
This friend is a complete berk.
This friend is a complete berk.
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