With brand new license in hand, Lil' OB is about to embark on her very first solo mission (to work) in the Mini Cooper ...
Go kid!
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Congratulations are in order. I just don't know if it's for this!
From personal experience and observation, you may expect one substantial dinger in the first six months. You may in addition to that expect one minor dinger and two other dings you won't be able to readily perceive unless she fesses up.
I can also report that the phrase "It's on the damn security camera!" is a powerful mnemonic device.
As for the young lady in question, watch out you don't attract attention from the coppers while driving the Cooper. Road good, ditch bad...and incarceration well below average.
I certainly hope the fact that we saw a 'launch' mentioned but no 'landing' as of yet doesn't indicate anything ominous.
But that's not why I called. The piece reminded me of a ritual I had with my old man back in the spring of 1975. When I returned to the Shaque L'Evoh after an excursion in the familial Pontiac Ventura (the other was a Pinto wagon. Yes, they made a Pinto wagon. With, for some reason, squire option. I hadn't mastered the stick yet, so pleathervinylbenchseatbabymoonautoonthecolumn Pontiac it was for the Kid) I had to shout out "FOUR" for Pop's edification. Indicating I was returning the same number of fenders I had left with.
And I thank you for the column, 'cuz I don't mentally conjure the Old Man nearly as often as I ought to.
of hotrods/stock cars/ open wheel racing. In the earliest days, kids would take the Old Man's car out to the pasture/horse track/ abandoned airfield where all the other kids were racing. They'd remove the fenders, bumpers and running boards and sit their girlfriend on top of the parts pile for theft prevention, and then have at it in the dirt for 40 or 60 laps. Then, with just enough gas to get home, unblemished pieces go back on, Old Man's none the wiser, except for that sudden, strange pull to the left. There is one such local legend still kicking in Lorain County, he is a bad ass in his 90's.
So for the youngster, two admonitions: 1.) Rubber side down at all times.
2.) Guys like your Old Man are exceedingly rare, like vintage car parts made of unobtanium. Which means the vast majority of the dopes who will mosey on over are more trouble than chuckholes, and less sophisticated. Be forewarned, smile and drive away.
Your homework assignment: Who was Issigonis, and why did the original Mini eliminate the bubble car market?
On an unrelated note, I am very soon to punt my new computer with Windows 8 through the shop window.
I can take a Dremel tool to the battered sychros of an ancient Zuffenhausen gearbox, and make it shift like buttah again, but this effing latest bag of poltergeist machinations from Microshaft has nearly put me over.
You need to buy her something that'll test her metal. And perhaps was built in a tank factory. She needs a Skoda, in that concept anyway. Something as ugly as sin itself, but made to take and give a knock.
15 comments:
Congratulations are in order. I just don't know if it's for this!
From personal experience and observation, you may expect one substantial dinger in the first six months. You may in addition to that expect one minor dinger and two other dings you won't be able to readily perceive unless she fesses up.
I can also report that the phrase "It's on the damn security camera!" is a powerful mnemonic device.
As for the young lady in question, watch out you don't attract attention from the coppers while driving the Cooper. Road good, ditch bad...and incarceration well below average.
MR
(Serious-good luck L'OB)
That is pretty damn awesome. A very good looking young woman in a very nice ride. Goat has to be nervous.
May the wind be at her back.
Mini OB looks great in the Mini.... Did you explain the history made in the back seat?
Thanks, gang. So far, so good--the kid and the Mini are still no worse for the wear.
Bet she already wants the Mini for herself.
Mrs. W is of two minds whenever AJ goes anywhere now. She's thrilled that he can drive himself now. And she's terrified he'll end up in an accident.
That happening to you, Erin?
Bet she already wants the Mini for herself.
Mrs. W is of two minds whenever AJ goes anywhere now. She's thrilled that he can drive himself now. And she's terrified he'll end up in an accident.
That happening to you, Erin?
Wow, she looks like you. It's kind of trippy - at first glance it's like the Erin from the old pics but in a modern car.
Take heart: modern cars are way way safer than the ones we started on.
Good Christ has she grown!
You should be proud Ms. OB. You've done good!
Hiya Erin-
I certainly hope the fact that we saw a 'launch' mentioned but no 'landing' as of yet doesn't indicate anything ominous.
But that's not why I called. The piece reminded me of a ritual I had with my old man back in the spring of 1975. When I returned to the Shaque L'Evoh after an excursion in the familial Pontiac Ventura (the other was a Pinto wagon. Yes, they made a Pinto wagon. With, for some reason, squire option. I hadn't mastered the stick yet, so pleathervinylbenchseatbabymoonautoonthecolumn Pontiac it was for the Kid) I had to shout out "FOUR" for Pop's edification. Indicating I was returning the same number of fenders I had left with.
And I thank you for the column, 'cuz I don't mentally conjure the Old Man nearly as often as I ought to.
MR
of hotrods/stock cars/ open wheel racing. In the earliest days, kids would take the Old Man's car out to the pasture/horse track/ abandoned airfield where all the other kids were racing. They'd remove the fenders, bumpers and running boards and sit their girlfriend on top of the parts pile for theft prevention, and then have at it in the dirt for 40 or 60 laps. Then, with just enough gas to get home, unblemished pieces go back on, Old Man's none the wiser, except for that sudden, strange pull to the left.
There is one such local legend still kicking in Lorain County, he is a bad ass in his 90's.
So for the youngster, two admonitions:
1.) Rubber side down at all times.
2.) Guys like your Old Man are exceedingly rare, like vintage car parts made of unobtanium. Which means the vast majority of the dopes who will mosey on over are more trouble than chuckholes, and less sophisticated. Be forewarned, smile and drive away.
Your homework assignment: Who was Issigonis, and why did the original Mini eliminate the bubble car market?
Conjure's up the origins of, that is
On an unrelated note, I am very soon to punt my new computer with Windows 8 through the shop window.
I can take a Dremel tool to the battered sychros of an ancient Zuffenhausen gearbox, and make it shift like buttah again, but this effing latest bag of poltergeist machinations from Microshaft has nearly put me over.
You need to buy her something that'll test her metal. And perhaps was built in a tank factory. She needs a Skoda, in that concept anyway. Something as ugly as sin itself, but made to take and give a knock.
@roaring40-
The fine folks at Skoda were also responsible for some of the most devastating siege howitzers used in the First World War.
Those eight-and-a-half years of college are really paying off.
MR
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