Heartland

The Renault Kangoo looks awfull.

I think it looks pretty

erm.. Okay, tastes..

like I said, I don't care about what it looks likes or so... and at the moment I rather NOT think about stuff like that, you need money for things like this

a few weeks back I was drooling all over one of these in my Garage

they offerd me a testdrive but I refused, just in case

Currently driving:



Used to drive (now sorely miss):



Looking to be buried in:

Oh, in the "real world" (if I drove and had money for a car, that is), I'd probably be all over something small and "green." In my fantasy world, though, I prefer impractical artwork on wheels. *Swoon*

In the real world my first real car was a mini mint green that shiny colour and Jos used to fit in his then long blonde hair hanging in his eyes and his knees at his ears but he could ONLY drive when I said so and I said NO always almost!

Howz that Sinnie!

Back in the day, I briefly drove a total of 2 hand-me-down cars. Both were unsafe wrecks that'd never been maintained and should NEVER have been allowed on the road. If only I'd known...

The first was a late 80s red Nissan "ulsar." It was supposed to be a Nissan Pulsar, but the "P" had broken off of the car's make plate on the boot. I drove it to and from uni when I still lived part-time at my parents'; one fateful Monday morning, as I headed back up to campus after having spent the weekend at home, the whole exhaust system (which had been clogged with debris over the years as the car'd sat in Dad's mate's side yard) exploded, rendering the car undrivable. Luckily, the freeway wasn't too crowded that early in the morning, and I was able to safely (and very slowly) get the car off the road and into a commuter parking lot. It was "repaired;" that lasted a couple of months, after which the car pulled several additional, very dangerous stunts whilst on the road and freeway. Needless to say, it had to be junked.

The second vehicle was loaned to me by my biological father when I moved out to L.A. (for the third time) after transferring to USC. He'd told me that once I'd graduated from uni, the car would be mine. HAHAHA! OMFG. That thing (an '83 Toyota Celica Supra) was all original - right down to the brakes, brake pads, oil, etc. I flat-out refused to drive the thing until my father'd gotten new brakes, as the old ones were so soft that one literally had to stomp/jump on the brake to get the f*cking car to stop! As I've always been a phobic driver, I kept to L.A.'s surface streets on the few occasions I actually took the car anywhere. Of course, the first time the car took to the freeway became its last; heading into North Hollywood one Saturday, the radiator/cooling system (all the hoses were original, it turned out, and had utterly disintegrated) exploded. Mr. X and I managed to get the car to a service station, where it was repaired by the kindest garage mechanic I'd ever met - who happened to be a real, live transsexual. \m/ Sadly, a few months later, the electrical system failed (I discovered that my father'd never had *anything* serviced on the car when he'd driven it!), and the car was dead as a doornail. I donated it to charity; they had to get a flatbed out to tow it, because the mechanic couldn't get it started even with a fresh battery. And folks wonder why I'm terrified of driving...

Oh Sinnie I really feel for you, as the said mini also was bad with brakes and I had watched my dad bleeding those brakes over and over again and those words "pump the brakes before breaking Debbie" f**k and here I was pumping these brakes gently with healed shoes and having shortness of breath just at the thought of JHB traffic having to get to work before she over-heated or else I then had s**t coming my way...

Suffice to say, the said car did fail breaks on many occasion...
- my sister having to grab the stearing wheel so we could get off the main road..

- tripping outof my skull on lsd with my gay friend's boyfriend SLAMMING on my brakes and killing the whole f**king system that I had to call my dad high as a kite to come and fetch me in downtown JHB near the zoo but at a block where there's a theatre on the one corner, a hard rock cafe on the opposite corner, a few run down homes where my mini is dead on the other corner and I'm phoning from and I can't remember what street �'m on on that said corner. I've asked the owner of the place 3 times and can't remember. Wayne my gay friend get the giggles and so do I so we just can't remember...

....something happens....

...oh yeah, my dad arrives and I've in the meantime seen an old school friend a guy and �'ve been chatting to him in his car, so step out the car...see my dad's impression of his hooker daughter *not really but on lsd* and then my dad shouting and saying well get a tow truck..

...the first one I see is on the highway ...yes on both sides is the start of the coming highway so traffic is deadly...

I jump out at the first tow truck I see and the driver pulls onto our side and to my parked mini...he gets out and both legs are amputated at the knees...he gets my mini hooked to his tow truck and we all head home...

True story, ask Jos, he was there and it was real...

I will never drive in a mini again suffice to say...

Currently driving this:



and this



but dreaming

As from the 3rd of March, I have been driving....
http://www.mitsubishi-cars.co.uk/colt/k ... trCar1=GE6
But would really love one of these....
http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll? ... =p3907.m29

psichonaut wrote:

Giz

Pffft. Anything newer than around '71's too new pour moi...

So, it's:~

Well, duh, my good man - and the DB5 goes along splendidly with my dream car, above (the shiny black convertible '69 GTO - *swooooon*)!

SINsister wrote: the DB5 goes along splendidly with - *swooooon*!

Hahaha!

Erm...nah. Not my fave Bond, actually. He was my mom's fave 007, though!

I grew up with this Bond:



One of the few times in my life that I've found myself attracted to an *older* man!

So, you (with a Ginger dye) and me then?

reactiv8 wrote:So, you (with a Ginger dye) and me then?

See my comment about "older man," above. That was then; this is now.

Also, I wouldn't be caught dead in skimpy white attire, with my boobeh hanging out, ffs!

...or being driven?

SINsister wrote:Also, I wouldn't be caught dead in skimpy white attire, with my boobeh hanging out, ffs!

You'd hear no complaints from us

itnAklipse wrote:...or being driven?

....like the snow?

I think I could happily swap my Ford fcukus for one of these kiddies.

Pista wrote:I think I could happily swap my Ford fcukus for one of these kiddies.

Give me a shout when you swap your Ford for this jewel!