Friday night......here's the story.

I go to a friend of mines house and he has this 18 year old kid who wants to drive my car. Sure. I'm one of those people that doesn't really care to let someone else drive my car. I would have killed, at that age, for someone my age, to let me drive their car. Anyhow, he doesn't know how to drive a stright shift. Okay. No big deal. I take him out to a back road and let him try. He is not too good at it. He is able to shift gears, but he misses third gear some and isn't smooth at it. However, he is able to drive it, just not smoothly.

Now,,,,remember. I like in the state where chickens and outhouses are still part of everyday life, so in this blister of a community I live in, you never see cars like the STI or the Evol.

The kid and I are coming back into town, him driving, and I see out of the corner of my eye a car racing up in the passing lane. It then slows down beside us and starts revving. I love over and it is a freaking STI. Wow. First time I've seen one on the road here. Brad, the kids name, says, "what's he want?" I said, "He wants to race us." He says, "what should I do?" I say, "I dunno, brad." Next thing I know, Brad slams down the accelerator and so does the guy driving the STI. We were doing about 35 mph and Brad had the SRT in 3rd gear. Well,,the freaking car is just lugging like crazy and the STI took off like a gerbal up a gay ***.

UGH.....I mean left us sitting. Great. I have the only SRT in town, so now I am thinking this guy is thinking that he just smoked us like he has never beaten anyone. Brad is still driving (putting) along and I can just envision going into the Subaru forums the next day and reading about me in the "kill" section. With any luck, I'm thinking, he videotaped it.

Well,,,a couple of miles up the road, we come into town. There is a stop light and the ole STI is just sitting there at the light. It's a two lane one way, so we get to pull up right next to him. Great. Nothing like getting to see the look on his face as we get to share loving glances. Brad pulls up and just as I knew it would, the passenger side window of his car rolls down. Okay,,,run your window down Brad. He does.

He has a freaking barbie doll of a girlfriend in the car. He looks like he come straight out of GQ magazine. They both looked like hollywood models. In MY car sits a pimpled faced teenager and my old ***. I sheepishly look at him and he says, out of pity, I think, "Nice car." I say, "seriously guy, you have an awesome car there." I say, "I wanted to give you a race, but this (pointing to brad) is his first time ever driving a stick. If I see you out sometime, I will try to make it a better race for you, but I can't make any promises." He just gives me a gentlemenly laugh and says, "sure, we can run em sometime." Light turns green and Brad kills the motor when trying to pull out.

Moral of the story:

If you are on the Subaru forums and you see this thread starter:

"Wiped my *** with an SRT"

You will know it was a white one

 

lol

Good story

 

LMFAO!!!!! Ahhh damn thats a good one.

Similar story. Day I pick my car up from the dealership Im dreading it. Why? Well Im new to driving a stick and its not so much getting through gears that I suck at.....its starting off in first gear. So Im rolling down good old route 2 here in Warwick, RI, ready to take a right onto 113 so I can get my *** as fast as humanly possible onto the highway and just hit the accelerator, not having to worry about that damned "clutch".

So as I pull up to the red light, traffics at a stand still. "****".

Im luckily still able to roll, so Im doing so....until I look up ahead in the lane to the left of me. Absolutely BEAUTIFUL Dodge Viper....Titanium, R/T 10, obviously custom painted, these beautiful chrome wheels, and some old dude sitting behind the wheel just smiling at me. *stall* ****! *starts the car back up*.....Traffic starts moving *STALL* Good lord about 8 or 9 TIMES!! And the viper just sat there waiting, until finally bucking banshee gets going, and he leaves a trail of rubber in his dust laughing his *** off.

Damn.....was that one of the most embarassing moments of my life.

Unforunately I cant blame my retardedness on a pimple-faced kid! You can. Damn it all to hell.....

 

LOL...that's too funny, LSP! I can relate so much to that, because Brad would kill the freaking motor every time, it seemed, when we were in town trying to start out. I wish I could tell you the times that I said, "more gas, less clutch."

Every time he killed the motor, he was like, "sorry." LOLOL. Great kid, but it is embarassing as hell to be stalled in traffic after killing the motor at a light.

I started out driving on an old straight shift pickup and the shifter was on the steering column. My grandfather called that straight shift system, "three on the tree." I guess that was before we had four on the floor.

 

Wait,,,LSP,,,,I can top that for embarassing stories. Check this one out.

I was raised in a small town in Illinois. My parents are like super people, but they are very victorian. We couldn't watch movies and stuff that showed much skin and every thing that even reeked of sexuality was kept from us. Hell,,,,I probably hadn't heard the word sex until I was a freshman in high school.

Well,,,my parents had a local business and in this business, they had their name (family name) of the business painted all over the work van. Everyone in the town knew of my mom and dad's business and knew them.

I borrow the van one night to pick up several of my friends. At the local drive in is playing a (gasp) porno movie. We all decide to do that. I never ONCE thought about my the business/family name being painted all over the side of the van. Well,,,I am 16 and feeling as cool as hell going to actually SEE a skin flick. We are all in the van watching the movie, and I am kicked back in the drivers seat with my knee resting against the dash. I didn't know it, but my knee was pushed against the cigarette lighter. Next thing I know, there is smoke coming from everywhere. The freaking cigarette lighter somehow burned through the dash and caught wires from behind the dash on fire.

Great.

Next thing I know the drive in owner is out there with a fire extinguisher to put out the fire. This, of course, is the least of my worries, because it's one thing to ruin your mom and dad's van, but it's another thing for them to find out that their son is at a porno movie.

What do I do??? Mind is racing. If I call my mom and dad, well, simply put,,,they will die. I will have crushed their every dream. I will be seen, in their eyes, as some trench coat wearing pervert. I'm sweating bullets. I'm panicking. I'm like trying to talk everyone into pushing the van out of the drive in onto the highway. Maybe then I can tell mom and dad that I was drving down the road instead. Nope,,,wasn't going to happen, because the theatre owner had already called a wrecker. The theatre owner looks at me and says, "you need to call your parents, son." I WILL NEVER FORGET ASKING the theatre owner if he could CHANGE the movie sign that showed the **** movie on it......LMAO. He didn't.

My dad comes out to pick me up. I want to die. Death would have been welcome. There I was, ruined my mom and dad's work vehicle, had their name splashed all over the **** movie, and then had to be picked up by one of them. I knew I wasn't going to get beaten or anything, because my parents weren't like that. Their punishment was WORSE.

Word,,,,,we are disappointed in you. That's the kind of stuff they said at times like this. The kind of stuff that just breaks your spirit and sucks the life out of you. I knew I was going to get the "We thought we raised you better than this. We tried teaching you the right things and how to live your life, but you just really let us down this time" speech.

Anyhow, my dad gets there and I am completely broken by then. I get into his car and I drag my beaten *** home. He never said anything about it....Ever. My mom never mentioned it. It was the weirdest thing. Even when they got it fixed and worked on, it was NEVER mentioned. Looking back on it now, I'm guessing that they probably knew that I was embarassed beyond belief.

And these are the kinds of lessons in life that you learn that stay with you FOREVER.

Now,,,,can you top THAT most embarassing story?????

 

lol wow

some good, interesting stories

 

I'm gonna have to think long and hard.........
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean too...




Uh no, I guess I can't.




:-D

 

I think we all have that "1st day" story...

When I picked my SRT up I hadn't driven stick in about 4 years, needless to say I was a wee bit rusty. The dealership I went to is in an old shopping mall here and had a nice large oval rapping around it. So for about 20 minutes a stalled my way thru the track. Once I thot I had the hang of it I pulled out into traffic only to be met by a F*ckin' red Pontiac Grand AM GT (by the way I REALLY HATE PONTIACS). This guy was revvin his engine...yady yady yadda, I was like forget this fool, light changes... BOOM stalled right in traffic. Yeah first "race" lost to a pontiac... lol... now THATS embarassing

 

poor poor gerbal