SHIVA wrote:We condemn motorcycle pussies and those who ride like one and we condone spirited riding in all its incarnations.
Luv your work Shiva !!!
You should put that quote on the website's front page.
SHIVA wrote:1- You can be like one of those ladies who drive a Porsche Cayenne Turbo and never ever go above 70MPH and basically drive it like a Minivan.
Which reminds me of a funny experience...
Last year, I popped into a service station for fuel. At the adjacent pump was an obviously well-to-do lady in a late model BMW M3.
She hailed me over - "You look like you might know something about cars" she said (despite the fact that I was on a bike
) "Do you know what this means ?". She pointed to a warning light on the dash.
Me: "You're running low on oil, pop the bonnet and I'll check it for you".
Her: "How do I do that ?, my husband usually looks after that kind of thing."
I opened the bonnet, briefly drooled at the German powerplant inside, and checked the dipstick.
Me: "It's a tad low alright. You just need to add another litre - Come inside and I'll show you which brand of oil to add."
Her: "I don't think you can't just use any
brand of oil !!, it's a BMW !!!"
Me: "No problem, I'm sure there will be a high performance oil in the shop that will be suitable".
She insists on calling her husband at home to seek his extensive mechanical expertise. Apparently hubby also drives an M3 - they bought the two cars together! Sadly, Hubby has no idea what weight of oil to use either... His owner's manual only mentions BMW branded oil. He insists on calling BMW's 24-hour Assistance Line before risking his wife's engine on a lowly non-BMW branded oil. BMW Assistance set him straight, and we buy a litre of the stuff I was going to get 15 minutes earlier.
Her - looking at the shaft she earlier watched me extract the dipstick from: "How are you going to pour the oil into that tiny tube without making a mess ?".
Me - trying not to laugh out loud: "I'm not... the oil goes in here."
Her - "ha ha, you can tell I don't know much about cars"
Me - in my head "No shit !!!"
Anyhow, the oil went in and the warning light went out. All was right in the universe once more. She thanked me and offered me some cash to buy lunch. I made the obligatory polite refusal, but accepted her money when she insisted.
She drove out of the driveway at snail pace, and I knew then and there that hubby probably drives the same way.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for all the real
drivers out there who dream about owning such a car, but can't afford one. The world is an unjust place.