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(Not sure about the spelling, and I'm in a hurry...)
So, I was on a stag do this weekend, hence the lack of lascivious comments, but there's one post I really have to make. The guy driving us around on the long distance aspects of this trip managed to have a brain fart and put petrol in his diesel tank, which was a downer, but I got chatting to the garage mechanic whilst he was draining it.
The worst occasion he's ever had with a customer doing something stupid was one of the national charity groups - I think it was the Rotarians. There was a twelve-year-old boy who was dying from leukemia, and his wish was to ride in a Ferrarri before he went. It just so happened that there was a local chap who owned a Testerossa, the very expensive and rare car of legend. He was also amenable to lending them the car for the evening on the basis that it would be back the next day.
The chap got his ride and was over the moon. They dropped him back off at home/the hospice and went to take the car back. It was late in the evening, and they figured that they had until morning, and hey - they had a Ferrarri to play with.
This was playing with it on third-party insurance only, what with them not being the named driver, as in it only covers people you hit and not the damage to the car you're driving yourself.
What can this car do? They wondered briefly before writing the bugger off by rolling it a few times.
Rapscallion, still wincing
So, I was on a stag do this weekend, hence the lack of lascivious comments, but there's one post I really have to make. The guy driving us around on the long distance aspects of this trip managed to have a brain fart and put petrol in his diesel tank, which was a downer, but I got chatting to the garage mechanic whilst he was draining it.
The worst occasion he's ever had with a customer doing something stupid was one of the national charity groups - I think it was the Rotarians. There was a twelve-year-old boy who was dying from leukemia, and his wish was to ride in a Ferrarri before he went. It just so happened that there was a local chap who owned a Testerossa, the very expensive and rare car of legend. He was also amenable to lending them the car for the evening on the basis that it would be back the next day.
The chap got his ride and was over the moon. They dropped him back off at home/the hospice and went to take the car back. It was late in the evening, and they figured that they had until morning, and hey - they had a Ferrarri to play with.
This was playing with it on third-party insurance only, what with them not being the named driver, as in it only covers people you hit and not the damage to the car you're driving yourself.
What can this car do? They wondered briefly before writing the bugger off by rolling it a few times.
Rapscallion, still wincing
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