Nice bit of gibber action to end the day.
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Picture the scene.
Im waiting (on foot) outside the back of Dominos Pizza in Newton Abbot for the pizza to become ready.
This road is a small side road with a few cars parked on it.
Very old stereotype in a white P Reg Rover 100 comes round the corner at .0001mph with eyes pressed to the windscreen revving the engine like a bastard (you can small the clutch a mile away), goes halfway down the road and then tries to parallel park. After 5 unsuccessful attempts to park in a space that, no kidding, you could literally park a full length bus in with room to spare, while revving and crunching every gear, he gives up and parks in in the middle of the road and walks off
In the meantime 2 other cars have come from each direction and neither can get round the offending car as it is quite literally parked in the middle of the road.
Cue 5 mins of both drivers getting out the car, one of them asking me to "move my f**king car". I patiently explained that the car was nothing to do with me and I am merely a pedestrian.
Gibber comes back, totally ignores the now 3-4 cars building up each side, gets back in his car and when the swaering driver appoches him asking him whaat the f**k he is playing at, gibber replies "Respect your elders, youth of today..." shakes head, drives off clipping 2 curbs badly and losing his wingmirror on a lamppost
Nice
Retests anyone....?
Im waiting (on foot) outside the back of Dominos Pizza in Newton Abbot for the pizza to become ready.
This road is a small side road with a few cars parked on it.
Very old stereotype in a white P Reg Rover 100 comes round the corner at .0001mph with eyes pressed to the windscreen revving the engine like a bastard (you can small the clutch a mile away), goes halfway down the road and then tries to parallel park. After 5 unsuccessful attempts to park in a space that, no kidding, you could literally park a full length bus in with room to spare, while revving and crunching every gear, he gives up and parks in in the middle of the road and walks off
In the meantime 2 other cars have come from each direction and neither can get round the offending car as it is quite literally parked in the middle of the road.
Cue 5 mins of both drivers getting out the car, one of them asking me to "move my f**king car". I patiently explained that the car was nothing to do with me and I am merely a pedestrian.
Gibber comes back, totally ignores the now 3-4 cars building up each side, gets back in his car and when the swaering driver appoches him asking him whaat the f**k he is playing at, gibber replies "Respect your elders, youth of today..." shakes head, drives off clipping 2 curbs badly and losing his wingmirror on a lamppost
Nice
Retests anyone....?True enough.
My old man used to drive a 2 seater. Wind in the hair. Fag on the go. Belly full of wine. Scorching through the French countryside with my Mum in the passenger seat.
He's 75 now.
To see such a vibrant, debonair guy get so old and tired, and to know that he waits for his own inevitable destiny breaks my heart.
If only, if ONLY I had the chance to have one day to spend with him as he was when he my age now, 34. What a DAY that would be.
God bless him.
My dear (departed) grandmother was something like that - her driving career ended when she drove headlong into a line of parked cars in broad daylight and later claimed that she didn't see them!
Funniest part was her getting stopped for dangerous driving and asked to turn up in the local magistrates court - where she was the magistrate...
Funniest part was her getting stopped for dangerous driving and asked to turn up in the local magistrates court - where she was the magistrate...
gh0st said:
Just to clarify that I have no specific problem with old people f**king up - it happens, what I do have a problem with is the attitude of "how rude youth of day etc etc" when someone points out the very dangerous mistake
Similarly, I used to get exasperated with my Grandad (who was by all accounts an appalling driver before he got old) who would lecture absolutely everyone about excessive speed being the cause of 100% of all accidents, usually whilst driving the obligatory 10mph below the limit in one of his Micras, gesturing to things out of the side windows and wandering all over the road.
Sorry, I must admit that, motoring-wise, half of my family (inc. Mum) are utter numpties.
Vesuvius996 said:
No worries Ghost.
I've had a couple of glasses of red, and feeling a bit introspective.
It sometimes pays to think though, that perhaps he wishes he could run around and chase girls, and ride a GSXR for all he's worth........................
Anyway ENOUGH already..............
Meh, he should get himself a slammed nova then and max it out rudeboy style in the town centre
Vesuvius996 said:
True enough.
My old man used to drive a 2 seater. Wind in the hair. Fag on the go. Belly full of wine. Scorching through the French countryside with my Mum in the passenger seat.
He's 75 now.
To see such a vibrant, debonair guy get so old and tired, and to know that he waits for his own inevitable destiny breaks my heart.
If only, if ONLY I had the chance to have one day to spend with him as he was when he my age now, 34. What a DAY that would be.
God bless him.
It's never too late to spoil your Pops...
I bought mine a MGB for Christmas - he's 70, and had one when he was first driving (though it was an A).
I thought that it was time to give him something back in a thanks kinda way, and he absolutely adores it! I've had a punto convertible, and a Chim - he loved them both, driving them, and being a passenger.
The look on his face when I drove in round the corner, bow across front, on Christmas Day (and it had just started to snow) was an absolute picture - I'll never forget it, and then when we took her for a spin - straight away - with us switching the driving half way round - fantastic! He was just so chuffed - and still is...and may she bring him a few years happiness
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
gh0st said:
Just to clarify that I have no specific problem with old people f**king up - it happens, what I do have a problem with is the attitude of "how rude youth of day etc etc" when someone points out the very dangerous mistake
I dont have a problem with the old boy. He`s doing his best and wasn`t necessarily dangerous. What I do have a problem with is the lad shouting and swearing at him. We will all be old one day (hopefully), so let`s be a little more tolerant.
Steve
And herein lies the main reason for my respect of my father. He spent my formative years extolling the virtues of Colin Chapman, and bought me a knackered Lotus 7 to rebuild before I could drive.
Upon retirement, he bought himself an Elise 111s type 49 (forever known as the midlifecrisismobile) and has happily racked up nearly 100,000 miles. He had a couple of years putting 25k or so on it.
Now nearly 70, he called me other day to say he'd become a little bored of it, and where did I stand on 2nd hand Aston vs new Noble.
Sometimes I really love my dad
Upon retirement, he bought himself an Elise 111s type 49 (forever known as the midlifecrisismobile) and has happily racked up nearly 100,000 miles. He had a couple of years putting 25k or so on it.
Now nearly 70, he called me other day to say he'd become a little bored of it, and where did I stand on 2nd hand Aston vs new Noble.
Sometimes I really love my dad
towman said:
Just to clarify that I have no specific problem with old people f**king up - it happens, what I do have a problem with is the attitude of "how rude youth of day etc etc" when someone points out the very dangerous mistake
I dont have a problem with the old boy. He`s doing his best and wasn`t necessarily dangerous. What I do have a problem with is the lad shouting and swearing at him. We will all be old one day (hopefully), so let`s be a little more tolerant.
Steve
Agreed Steve, but if I do something horribly wrong I do not turn round and blame other people for it. I appriciate that he is old but rudeness, demanding respect for your rudeness and being embittered is just not the best way to make friends.... If it had been me in the Rover and for some unbeknown reason I had pulled off such a stupid thing I would either drive off quickly and keep my head down or apologise and accept whatever was being given. I have made a few dangerours and silly mistakes in the past and I have done just that and remained courtious.
Age is no excuse to stop accepting responsibility for your actions.
It's fine if you're willing to apologise for your mistakes, but I do find a lot of bitter old people who seem to think it's perfectly acceptable to behave rudely and be inconsiderate. IMO it's because past a certain age some people think now they've lived so long they've come to expect benefits without return. For example, I've found so many old people reluctant to thank me for holding doors open, giving up seats on trains and so on, who, rather than thanking me for doing so, simply act like I must've done it through guilt or convention, rather than courtesy. When I worked at B&Q over the summer I found the older the customers, the less likely they were to thank me for helping them load goods into their cars (and the more likely they were to need my help).My father is 66. In my youth, he encouraged my love of cars and motorsport. Many days spent at Silverstone watching the F1 practices and tyre test sessions (never the actual GP - "need to be close enough to smell 'em boy, can't do that on race day". Many memories of mad qualifying engines, Pironi detonating a V12 under the bridge, a young Alain Prost and Rene Arnoux the Renault boys. Also hours and hours spent in welsh forests for glimpses of mad RS200's, Sport Quattro's and 205 T16's, practicing his sneak photographic technique at chepstow service area. When we were old enough to learn to drive, it was Dad that insisted we learnt and spent many hours sat quietly in the passenger seat whilst we scared ourselves ("right lad, next ten miles to home, no brakes allowed, try and do it all with the 'box). Together, we set light to Landrovers (he never did master electrics 
). One glorious year we spent trying to restore a Triumph GT6. A tweak here, a tweak there, me doing the 15mile local "lap", then back to the garage to report the changes to my "mechanic" so we could figure out the next step. Encouraged my interest in motorcycles, much to mothers disgust. At age 51 Dad had a heart attack, had to retire from his engineering job. Two years later a bypass and a stroke whilst in theatre left him visually impaired and finally robbed him of his licence. Of all the suffering he went through then, he's since admitted that this was the hardest thing to bear. Over the years, several more small heart attacks until October last year another stroke paralysed his left side and caused more brain damage. He's still in hospital in a rehab unit, but finally comes home on the 4th of march. And, whilst his visions buggered, his judgement gone, unable to so much as pee without help, do you know what he wants the most?
A MOTORISED WHEELCHAIR !!
Now thats what i call a Pistonhead.
edited because to the best of my memory Proust wrote books and did NOT drive for Renault at any point.
>> Edited by gonzomo on Thursday 10th February 23:25
). One glorious year we spent trying to restore a Triumph GT6. A tweak here, a tweak there, me doing the 15mile local "lap", then back to the garage to report the changes to my "mechanic" so we could figure out the next step. Encouraged my interest in motorcycles, much to mothers disgust. At age 51 Dad had a heart attack, had to retire from his engineering job. Two years later a bypass and a stroke whilst in theatre left him visually impaired and finally robbed him of his licence. Of all the suffering he went through then, he's since admitted that this was the hardest thing to bear. Over the years, several more small heart attacks until October last year another stroke paralysed his left side and caused more brain damage. He's still in hospital in a rehab unit, but finally comes home on the 4th of march. And, whilst his visions buggered, his judgement gone, unable to so much as pee without help, do you know what he wants the most? A MOTORISED WHEELCHAIR !!
Now thats what i call a Pistonhead.
edited because to the best of my memory Proust wrote books and did NOT drive for Renault at any point.
>> Edited by gonzomo on Thursday 10th February 23:25
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