This post is about drinking and driving so I decided to call it drinking and driving. I believe the quote from the driver was “I was blacked out wasted”. First off, he’s ok. As far as his Volkswagen…meh it’s seen better days. Word on the street is that the car clearly needs a new wheel and perhaps a transmission. He drove over 25 miles on this “wheel” before pulling over and replacing it with the spare. Keep in mind he was still drunk while changing the tire then hopped back in to drive further.
I wish I could have seen the facing of the people he pasted on the road. On second though I don’t think I would want to be anywhere near a car leaning on one side with sparks shooting out of the wheel well. There’s a lot of wheel missing here. I got a flat once, as soon as it happened the car kinda jumped and was pulling to on side. So that happened here and he kept going and going. I can just imagine the noises that this car was making.
Let break down the noises he didn’t hear:
The tire popping
Riding on the flat
The tire flapping and ripping off
The rim grinding away
The transmission trying to spin a flatted wheel and failing
Bikers. They can always tell you the weather. They tell you if the roads are wet or dry. Some bikers only drive a motorcycle.
My Uncle Jack volunteered to pick up dinner, he told us he was going to pick up ribs. Yum! I love ribs. While we waited for him to arrive we prepared side dishes and fixed up the table. It was a nice summer day so we waited for him out side on the patio. It was getting a bit late and we wondered where he could be.
If you know someone with a motorcycle that drives it often to see you, you start to know the sound of their bike. As I took a swig of my beer I could slightly hear the rumbles of a Harley-Davidson: Police Special Road King. I look at my brother confused. “Wait…who was getting the food?” I asked. Surely Uncle Jack didn’t pick up ribs for 7 people with the bike…Yeah I was incorrect about that one.
I took him a little long to get to the house because he was driving extra careful…that’s understood. Between the careful driving, the secured lid and the bungee cords, the food made it to us very safely. I’m don’t ride a motorcycle(well not yet) but if I did I’m not sure if I would have attempted this one.
Over here in New Hampshire having rust on your car will not pass inspection. This can be a problem for some people. We use a lot of salt for the roads in the winter time. Salt is not your friend if you are a big hunk of metal. Especially if you are a 20 year old Oldsmoblie. I must say though, this came out pretty good.
Man that must just suck. You go out and buy a new yellow VW. A convertible too, those are not cheap. So then whats up with the color? I bet this person was all “hey check out my yellow VW! It’s mad yellow!” then they go to the mall, What all this then? A brighter nicer yellow on that cheap chevy? LAME.
Sorry sunbugy, but that chevy is far more yellow than you
when I’m board I like to whip out the iPhone, open the maps app and pick a country then drop a pin. On this day I think I was somewhere in Tokyo. i was looking for the Honda building when I can upon this.
That must be one narrow street, either that or some had to much sake. What I’m wondering is how is this person going to get this van off the curb. Hmm wel it looks more like a wall to me.
So go searching around the Google Street View. Have a good time.
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