There was only one time I almost hurled in a car, and the main reason for it was the fact that I was in the back seat of a Volvo S-60 R, at a track day event. I couldn't see much from the rear seat (with those damned Volvo head restraints) and the A/C was off (for some unknown reason) I felt better after I opened up the rear window. I really felt OK after I finally go behind the wheel!
Almost as embarrassing as the hungover bridesmaid puking out the back window of the limo all the way to the church, gasping "I'm sorry..." between heaves (college friends' wedding day, following final exams...)
The reporters name is Dominic Littlewood. He had a brief moment in the sun as a used car 'expert' on a variety of sub-Top Gear motoring shows here in the UK.
These days he's another BBC hack-for-hire on some cozy and unthreatening evening news programs. I find his particular brand of cockney wanker schtick unbearably tiring.
Shame it wasn't an even slightly talented F1 jock driving the SL. Damon Hill has great hair and in his glory years terrific sideburns, but really, Martin Brundle and Johnny Herbert have more talent in their cocks than Hill has in his entire body.
So apparently, while John and Paul were reaping all the mechanical royalties they could get their grubby little hands on, George was brushing up on his driving skills.
Been there. I used to be a reporter, and once I did a feature on a new small, maneuverable Coast Guard vessel. But unlike this guy, I at least had the ocean to puke into.
@Jagvar: I came close a couple of times during my misspent youth as an automotive journalist. For all of your guys criticizing this poor guy, try flying 12 hours, eating foie gras, and then hopping into a supercar for a hot lap with a pro driver. It's a tough life, I tell you.
@Jo Schmo, Pauljones evil and opposite twin: Damn that is quite a mess... And it would have made a mess of my computer if I didn't scroll right past very quickly. I much prefer your Megan Fox pictures, btw. Much nicer.
@Jo Schmo, Pauljones evil and opposite twin: Yeah, I've been DD in a car where that happened. Cruisin' down the freeway @ 70, all the windows down so that the drunkies could get some fresh air. Guy in the front passenger seat starts acting like he's going to puke so I ask if I need to pull over, "no, no I'll be okay", he seemed to get better and was doing fine, talking, laughing, all that, then all of a sudden, mid sentence, he just turns and blows chunks out the window. Of course @ 70 mph with the windows open it came back in through the back window, all over my friend, who owned the car, and his girlfriend... I damn near crashed I was laughing so hard.
On a family road trip my little brother wouldn't let me sleep in the back seat. I didn't mean to hit him in the face, but my dad applied the brakes to avoid hitting a car in front of us. I felt so bad that I went right to sleep. After he stopped crying, that is.
The old Windstar was never the same after that. You know, with the blood on the seatbelts. Very off-putting.
@Charles_Barrett - Now with Variable-Valve Timing: Yep, this is right up there with Katie Couric's on-camera colonoscopy for an embarrassing journalistic moment. At least Katie could keep smiling through hers.
I also once made someone vomit in a car. I believe it was a BMW 325i. He was quite drunk. I may have taken a turn a bit too quick, and an entire nights drinks came out.
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These days he's another BBC hack-for-hire on some cozy and unthreatening evening news programs. I find his particular brand of cockney wanker schtick unbearably tiring.
Shame it wasn't an even slightly talented F1 jock driving the SL. Damon Hill has great hair and in his glory years terrific sideburns, but really, Martin Brundle and Johnny Herbert have more talent in their cocks than Hill has in his entire body.
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Bummer of a name, that one.
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"HAGGARD HACK'S HURLING HORROR- HOW HOON HILL HANDLES HIGHWAY HEAVE-HO"
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On a family road trip my little brother wouldn't let me sleep in the back seat. I didn't mean to hit him in the face, but my dad applied the brakes to avoid hitting a car in front of us. I felt so bad that I went right to sleep. After he stopped crying, that is.
The old Windstar was never the same after that. You know, with the blood on the seatbelts. Very off-putting.
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What a wimp, he needs to stick with Knitting at the YWCA.