About a year ago I was hanging out with a girl that I was mutual friends with. After a little small talk, she asked me what I do for fun. I explained to her that I do aftermarket performance modifications to mine and my friends’ cars, and then I asked if she wanted to ride in my car. She then began to explain to me why my ‘No Fat Chicks, This Car Will Scrape’ and my ‘Louder Than Your Mom Last Night’ decals were offensive.
One time I had a girlfriend and took her drifting. Then I didn’t have a girlfriend anymore.
Back in the day, I had a ‘Gas, Grass or Ass’ sticker on my MX-5’s dash, and I once had to give my mum a lift in it. She pointed at the sticker and said: “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” That sums it all up for me.
We both have 5.0-litre Fox Body Mustangs. I left a note under his wiper saying “from one Fox owner to another - you got a foxy body.” I drive past as he was reading, revved up. He chased me down the freeway for 10 miles to get my number. We’ve been together 2 years!
It doesn’t matter how much candy I offer, they just won’t get in my ‘83 Vandura.
I’d been driving for 2 weeks and me and my beloved Fiat Seicento were off on an adventure to a party with some mates. It was a really good night and during the evening I hooked up with a real hottie. She ended up joining me and my mates, and as the night drew to an end we were about ready to pack up. The girl didn’t want to leave and asked me to stay with her, but due to my friends not having driving licenses and it being about 2am I had to take them home. I asked her to wait by the pub so we could spend the rest of the night together upon my return.
So on the way to dropping off my mates things were looking good. My mates were proud I pulled and I was proud that I pulled with a car like my Fiat. But after dropping them off and with about about five miles to spare, the car cut out at a junction. I thought I may have stalled it and thought little of it, so I went to start the car again, only for the car to keep turning over and over with no hope. It was at that point I realised, I had broken down. But what made the whole experience worse, was that I never got the girl’s number to tell her what had happened. I was screwed.
In the end, my dad towed me home and I discovered that my cambelt tensioner had seized and the cambelt fell off. But ever since then I’ve wondered why the Fiat blocked me like that and what would have happened had I owned a slightly more reliable car….
I drive a 300ZX Twin Turbo. The only woman who pretends to care about it is my mom. And she calls it a Mazda.
Showing off to this girl I liked at the time. We went out drifting in the snow. Had a little to much fun and hit a curb. Car is now sitting in my garage waiting for new parts. Luckily she is still putting up with my shenanigans.