Ever meet the guy who knows everything about cars, and it turns out that you forgot more than he knew? Has never changed a tire in his life?
E.G. When I was in college, a small group of us would always meet in the cafeteria and [censored]. Somehow, cars got brought up.
My Toyota Celica this, my japanese masterpeice that.. (nice car, but he continues to talk on and on about how Japanese cars are far superior MECHANICALLY, because HE HAS WORKED ON CARS AND FINDS THEM TO BE THE BEST. WHATEVER..
He even went so far as to say that his dad gave him the choice between a BMW and the Celica and he bout the toyota because it was manufactured in japan and the bimmer was made in the states, because he thinks tat american mnufacturing is [censored]/
there were a couple of chicks there and you can tell they were eating this up...
So we all go to look at this work of art, when his car won't start. "pop the hood" i say..
he doesn't know where the hood release is (he got it new and had k on it.) what's that clicking? he whispers as he tries cranking it..
he turned red as the girls didnt know what to make of it..
i pop the hood, tell him to crank it, tell im to get a new battery and get the alternator tested.
then i pull up my mustang (84) and throw him his side of the cables, and guess what? he didnt have a clue where to put them...
the chicks walk off and he sits, there, embarrassed as one could be. I didnt rub it in..
Any stories?
E.G. When I was in college, a small group of us would always meet in the cafeteria and [censored]. Somehow, cars got brought up.
My Toyota Celica this, my japanese masterpeice that.. (nice car, but he continues to talk on and on about how Japanese cars are far superior MECHANICALLY, because HE HAS WORKED ON CARS AND FINDS THEM TO BE THE BEST. WHATEVER..
He even went so far as to say that his dad gave him the choice between a BMW and the Celica and he bout the toyota because it was manufactured in japan and the bimmer was made in the states, because he thinks tat american mnufacturing is [censored]/
there were a couple of chicks there and you can tell they were eating this up...
So we all go to look at this work of art, when his car won't start. "pop the hood" i say..
he doesn't know where the hood release is (he got it new and had k on it.) what's that clicking? he whispers as he tries cranking it..
he turned red as the girls didnt know what to make of it..
i pop the hood, tell him to crank it, tell im to get a new battery and get the alternator tested.
then i pull up my mustang (84) and throw him his side of the cables, and guess what? he didnt have a clue where to put them...
the chicks walk off and he sits, there, embarrassed as one could be. I didnt rub it in..
Any stories?