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Car thread
Bomberguy:
BOW DOWN TO YOUR KING OF PAGE 311
--- Quote from: ABlockOfCheese on December 31, 2014, 09:41:45 PM ---u call this ricin' m80?
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that's not loving ricing, that's loving
ULTRA GAY
e-maxx:
guies
GUIES
calm down pls
XR-7:
I've seen two of those. They were at separate used car dealers off of the same street (at different times of course)
ABlockOfCheese:
--- Quote from: Bomberguy on December 31, 2014, 11:08:19 PM ---
ULTRA GAY
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fok u sed m8
XR-7:
I guess I may as well post this. My dad worked at a number of car dealers between '93 and '99. He started as a porter and wound up as a salesman by the time I was was born. He just told me a rather funny story a couple weeks ago.
My dad was probably about my age and worked at a dealership. He was put in charge of washing cars, cleaning new shipments, and driving used cars across town to an inspection facility. He would get to work and there would be a line of used cars traded from the day before waiting for him. He worked alongside a guy named Bob, who had more respect due to working there longer and always got to drive all the cool cars.
Well my dad came into work one day and there was a like new '93 Mazda RX-7 (year old, very low miles) waiting in that line. He immediately ran to his boss before Bob got to work and begged to drive it to the inspection place. His boss was okay with it so my dad jumped in the car and drove away. Like any kid, he drove it "the long way". Really, he was driving it all around town. He was peeling out at stop lights, taking corners hard, brake tests, etc. He turned onto a side street when police lights appeared behind him. He stopped and was freaking out.
The cop came to the window and completely unleashed with a barrage of screaming and listing the charges he could put on my dad. There was no license plate (the magnetic stick-on plates couldn't go on the fiberglass trunk lid or plastic bumper), a young kid was driving an expensive performance car, and being irresponsible at that.
Well apparently, Bob was friends with all the cops in the city. My dad said, "Uh...you know Bob right?" The cops attitude immediately changed and he says, "Oh yeah! I know Bob!" After talking about Bob for a while, my dad says, "Could you just not say anything about this to Bob?" The cop sorta chuckled, wrote him a warning, and let him go.