About a year and a half ago, a couple of friends and I were driving my brother's(At that time it was mine before I got the FJ60) Audi A3 2.0T through a subdivision after it had rained quite a bit. The subdivision was completely deserted, so we were just hooning around and speeding through the puddles. Nothing insane, just around 50ish. Well, apparently we went through the wrong puddle in front of the wrong persons house. About a minute went by, and one of my friend's phones rang, and it was his mom. It went something like "Owen, get home immediately. I just got a call from a neighbour and they said you and your friends were car surfing. This is completely inappropriate" or something like that. Well, we went back, and half through laughter explained that car surfing was not in fact "driving through puddle quickly."
Not, apparently... "an illegal stunt performed in public traffic in which passengers of moving vehicles perform various stunts, including hanging out of the car or 'surfing' on the hood (bonnet), trunk (boot) or on the roof of the vehicle while it is in motion. Car surfing has caused several people to be killed during the course of such stunts."
Geesh... these parents need to get two things. Depth perception, a hobby, and urban dictionary. And I'm too lazy to go back and change that to three things having thought of the third, even though this laziness had now been completely mitigated by having to type this explanation. Was this story worth it? Probably not. Oh well. #mgb
My Dad's father was known to be something of a hoon back in his youngrer days (although i'm pretty sure the term "Hoon" was probably many years from entering the lexicon at that point.) The most famous story I have heard of him was back when his father (who would be my great grandfather) owned a Studebaker dealership, and a police officer came in one day and talked about how impressed he was with the Studebaker that my Grandpa was driving. Apparently when the cop was chasing a speeder, my Grandpa blasted by both of them in one of the new Studebakers off the lot. I understand he got himself in a bit of trouble for that one... #mgb
Ha! Love the letter.. I didn't get anything like this, just several neighbors wanting a "chat" with my parents while I sulked and scoffed (and did retailatory burnouts in front of their homes every opportunity)
That 25 mph community speed limit was too low for anyone with a pulse or half a brain.
Wow that's one sexy car. With the lowered suspension and chrome bumpers (and black paint) it looks way better then the unattractive 75 MGB shown on the picture on the right. #mgb
To his credit, the exhaust really does have a huge effect on passers-by, as I'm sure almost all of us have experienced. When I drive the 944 (not a fast car by any means), people who are walking along the road are often looking back with dirty looks when I crest hills, but I'm going at the speed limit. The dirty looks don't stop, of course, even when it's apparent that there are much faster cars coming the opposite direction, but they're minivans or huge SUVs, so therefore they are immune to "driving fast."
We all know the obvious fact that when it comes to endangering other people, (Focused driver using a Mid 80's sports car with loud exhaust, going the speed limit) (Denali, going 15 over with a quiet exhaust so as not to interrupt the drivers cell phone conversation).
I do wish I got a letter like this when I was 16 though. My name is Jeff- that close enough?
I love how the paper looks like it has been folded in a ball,
probably has been swished through a garbage can,
than made it's way to be taken as a picture and end up on Jalopnik. #mgb
Must have been pretty highly modified to be pulling those jack-rabbit starts with just shy of 1800 cc's. My folks have a 1960 MGA, and while it is a blast to drive, and it feels like you are going about 20-25 mph faster than you are actually going, I can't say I've ever been able to do dangerous jack-rabbit starts with 1600 cc's. All that being said, I would have loved to have a early 70's B for a first car. Would have been much better on gas than my 1972 Cutlass.
That's a beautiful B too. Before the emissions wrecked the engine and the regulation forced the addition of those horrible rubber bumpers.
Those annoying neighbors don't have the balls to sign their name are usually the ones that you tell the reporter "They seemed like nice quiet people" as the police remove the evidence of ritualistic serial killings/drug lab/dog fighting ring/prostitution ring from their house. #mgb
Now I hate the bastard. At that age I couldn't even borrow my mom's Nova, with the six and three-on-the-tree stripper. And he was out autocrossing for fun and profit.
And thank nosing, nagging nanny neighbors! The encouragement to threaten your child is especially heartwarming. I bet their kids were all huffing glue as fast as they could, trying to forget they had parents. #mgb
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Way to go, parent of the year--advocating the threatening of a child that isn't yours. Simply awesome.
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Not, apparently... "an illegal stunt performed in public traffic in which passengers of moving vehicles perform various stunts, including hanging out of the car or 'surfing' on the hood (bonnet), trunk (boot) or on the roof of the vehicle while it is in motion. Car surfing has caused several people to be killed during the course of such stunts."
Geesh... these parents need to get two things. Depth perception, a hobby, and urban dictionary. And I'm too lazy to go back and change that to three things having thought of the third, even though this laziness had now been completely mitigated by having to type this explanation. Was this story worth it? Probably not. Oh well. #mgb
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Show your face concerned parent, so we can point and laugh #mgb
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That 25 mph community speed limit was too low for anyone with a pulse or half a brain.
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We all know the obvious fact that when it comes to endangering other people, (Focused driver using a Mid 80's sports car with loud exhaust, going the speed limit) (Denali, going 15 over with a quiet exhaust so as not to interrupt the drivers cell phone conversation).
I do wish I got a letter like this when I was 16 though. My name is Jeff- that close enough?
11/02/09
Our's now has 202,000 miles, bought new, and still looks amazing. It approached being out familie's favourite car of all time. #mgb
11/01/09
probably has been swished through a garbage can,
than made it's way to be taken as a picture and end up on Jalopnik. #mgb
11/01/09
I think the letter mentioned danger to other high school students, livestock and young apple trees...
I knew that I liked Jeff... #mgb
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That's a beautiful B too. Before the emissions wrecked the engine and the regulation forced the addition of those horrible rubber bumpers.
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And thank nosing, nagging nanny neighbors! The encouragement to threaten your child is especially heartwarming. I bet their kids were all huffing glue as fast as they could, trying to forget they had parents. #mgb