Today was brutal, fun, but brutal, I'll write that soon, but to my last post one main thing is to be added.
Use the bloody indicators. I can't understand how the hell this country has 300 million people alive, when the culture of driving is so fucked up.
Indicators are meant to INDICATE what the driver is about to do. They are not needed for the turning, so there is no need to put the thing on if you're already on someone's side.
Just bloody hell learn how to drive even a little, and stay away from the left lane. This is also to you my dear M boys, since what I see, we are the worst idiots out there. Hell let's do an ED of a sort, let's go to Finland and let's see how many of you live after a week of driving with people who don't take hints.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
When I rule the universe, these rules will be enforced.
Yesterday was the shittiest driving day of the whole trip. I had plenty of time to come up with a new set of rules that will keep people on the roads as soon as I rule the universe.
Stupid road signs will be banned. A sign saying Falling rock? Come on Americans, get real.If it's a bloody one rock, stop it from falling, otherwise use the plural, and still do something about the situation.
Bump a head: Hell, in Chicago?? really? The whole city is a pothole, and then there is a minor bump on the highway, you put in a sign?! Go fix the pavement!
Then to the main issue. The culture of driving.
I really do not lose my shit in traffic often, but Indiana, YES IT WAS ME SCREAMING MY WAY TROUGH THE BLOODY STATE OF IDIOTS.
Do not fucking tailgate me, I'm bitch enough to downshift and make you cry. the room in front of me: it's the room I need to keep the guy in front of me safe, not the bloody place you can move into and fucking take pictures of my car while going 20 under the limits.
I checked last night the rules we have in Finland, and let's just say that I'm happy as long as you guys don't go there. I actually had the numbers down, what's the recommended distance in what, but as usual with this shit, I forgot them already. Still, do not fucking tailgate.
Now, that was not the worst of all the things that happened last night. The worst was the idiot who completely destroyed my will to help humanity. The man who pulled over to my natural habitat, the left lane, and COULD NOT FUCKING MOVE, KEPT TRUCKS BEHIND HIM, AND I swear it took him a half an hour to get past the truck. Why would you need to get past if you are naturally slower than everything else on the planet?
And speed limits. When the road is empty, or a little roomy even, go for it. Why the hell not, Axl sings like the Rose he is when shit hits the fan, so no worries. But for crying out loud, when the nice and not pointless sign is there to show that people are working there to make the road better, to make the road safer for us, don't bloody hell speed trough it. I don't care about the double tickets, it's really disrespectful to the people who have to work there while the cars driving past them have shittier brakes than one wants to think of.
I turned into a complete monster last night, and I'm sorry. almost. Just get the fuck out of the left lane if you can't even keep up with the speed limit! With that, I'll part to go ape on the road again.
Stressdoc, this one is for you! I tried to get the speed limit sign too, so you can indeed see I CAN drive accordingly to them. As shown below, it has happened and I have the picture to proof it!
I will look at this shitty picture from now on, just to remember what it felt like. Boring comes to mind.
Indiana, turns out it's all corn, corn, a windmill or two, and corn, and corn and porn. Then next to the worst gas station I've visited, was this. Indiana got the credit for this but the tired and not so adult in me couldn't stop laughing. Man, you need to be an M driver to be pathetic enough to go to that shop, theme works, but the surroundings really don't.
Karussell, here I come.
Stupid road signs will be banned. A sign saying Falling rock? Come on Americans, get real.If it's a bloody one rock, stop it from falling, otherwise use the plural, and still do something about the situation.
Bump a head: Hell, in Chicago?? really? The whole city is a pothole, and then there is a minor bump on the highway, you put in a sign?! Go fix the pavement!
Then to the main issue. The culture of driving.
I really do not lose my shit in traffic often, but Indiana, YES IT WAS ME SCREAMING MY WAY TROUGH THE BLOODY STATE OF IDIOTS.
Do not fucking tailgate me, I'm bitch enough to downshift and make you cry. the room in front of me: it's the room I need to keep the guy in front of me safe, not the bloody place you can move into and fucking take pictures of my car while going 20 under the limits.
I checked last night the rules we have in Finland, and let's just say that I'm happy as long as you guys don't go there. I actually had the numbers down, what's the recommended distance in what, but as usual with this shit, I forgot them already. Still, do not fucking tailgate.
Now, that was not the worst of all the things that happened last night. The worst was the idiot who completely destroyed my will to help humanity. The man who pulled over to my natural habitat, the left lane, and COULD NOT FUCKING MOVE, KEPT TRUCKS BEHIND HIM, AND I swear it took him a half an hour to get past the truck. Why would you need to get past if you are naturally slower than everything else on the planet?
And speed limits. When the road is empty, or a little roomy even, go for it. Why the hell not, Axl sings like the Rose he is when shit hits the fan, so no worries. But for crying out loud, when the nice and not pointless sign is there to show that people are working there to make the road better, to make the road safer for us, don't bloody hell speed trough it. I don't care about the double tickets, it's really disrespectful to the people who have to work there while the cars driving past them have shittier brakes than one wants to think of.
I turned into a complete monster last night, and I'm sorry. almost. Just get the fuck out of the left lane if you can't even keep up with the speed limit! With that, I'll part to go ape on the road again.
Stressdoc, this one is for you! I tried to get the speed limit sign too, so you can indeed see I CAN drive accordingly to them. As shown below, it has happened and I have the picture to proof it!
I will look at this shitty picture from now on, just to remember what it felt like. Boring comes to mind.
Karussell, here I come.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
IND
Yes I know, my must see places are not the same as yours.
Anyway 5 am and I found a hotel, got to the room, slept like the dead for four hours, and because most of the time I don't seem to have any reception on my phone, a friend called them ahead.
You know, some people are magic. They make shit happen, and they as sure as hell turn other peoples days around. Trucks, sand on the highway, fucking coffee was weak, Candy was a complete bitch and yet when I finally, and only an hour late found the IND's office, there was a creature of true beauty ready and willing to help me out.
Cat, if you ever start your own fan club, I'm more than ready to join. They only had the reflectors for me to take, but she started to go trough stuff, and grills and stuff was found. She felt so sorry for Peter, that she even washed him with care shown only by true car lovers. The boys were great too, I'm not saying that, but that girl, that girl is a reason alone to visit the shop in person. Style to handle bitches (me) is a rarity, and she as sure as hell had it.
Anyway. I got the tour of the office, I got to see their toys, I got to bother everyone and then they didn't even kick me out (much) but Cat took me to their workshop and apparently my DIY on the badge was enough to convince them all I needed them to put in the parts.
I'm sure it's green! My neighbors would approve.
I have never ever bought anything from anyone and gotten the same kind of feeling of being in a customer heaven as I did with these guys. I know, fangirl mode is active.
She even took me to Starbucks. <3
Peter looking pretty and groomed. Now I can look at my car!
I met a forum member for dinner, spent two hours in a good thing, two complete idiots talking about speed, cars, and radar detectors. Slide cheers, and you were right, this shot was worth it!
I'm out of battery for the laptop and the service is done, so I'll update this when I stop the next time. Cheers.
And don't mess with Cat. Ever.
Anyway 5 am and I found a hotel, got to the room, slept like the dead for four hours, and because most of the time I don't seem to have any reception on my phone, a friend called them ahead.
You know, some people are magic. They make shit happen, and they as sure as hell turn other peoples days around. Trucks, sand on the highway, fucking coffee was weak, Candy was a complete bitch and yet when I finally, and only an hour late found the IND's office, there was a creature of true beauty ready and willing to help me out.
Cat, if you ever start your own fan club, I'm more than ready to join. They only had the reflectors for me to take, but she started to go trough stuff, and grills and stuff was found. She felt so sorry for Peter, that she even washed him with care shown only by true car lovers. The boys were great too, I'm not saying that, but that girl, that girl is a reason alone to visit the shop in person. Style to handle bitches (me) is a rarity, and she as sure as hell had it.
Anyway. I got the tour of the office, I got to see their toys, I got to bother everyone and then they didn't even kick me out (much) but Cat took me to their workshop and apparently my DIY on the badge was enough to convince them all I needed them to put in the parts.
She even took me to Starbucks. <3
Peter looking pretty and groomed. Now I can look at my car!
I met a forum member for dinner, spent two hours in a good thing, two complete idiots talking about speed, cars, and radar detectors. Slide cheers, and you were right, this shot was worth it!
I'm out of battery for the laptop and the service is done, so I'll update this when I stop the next time. Cheers.
And don't mess with Cat. Ever.
On the road to Chicago
The thing is, when I get something in my head, I'm stuck. The grills, gills and reflectors looked so wrong, no pictures could be taken. I know, pathetic.
In my usual style, I headed off to Chicago without checking even if IND had a real shop there, or only a mailing center. I also didn't bother to google a good route, I just hit the road. Ankle got taped up so tight it almost hurt more than the driving it's self, but Freddie Mercury made me the forget the pains of living while the beautiful sign came out: I was leaving Philly.
To be honest, I didn't bother to see the place at all, as usual I just end up hating everything I have to fly in with luggage. Maybe some day I'm brave enough to review the place again, till then it's the hell hole number two in this country.
The unfortunate tendency to go trough gas a bit fast and the subtle color of Peter made the gas stations hell on earth, it's apparent that this color is the right one for the attention whores. Sadly it get's it on the road too so instead of driving the bloody thing I spend all my time trying to switch lanes to get away from the next bloke who can't keep his in his lane. The roads in Chicago are one huge pothole after an other, then the stares and there is me, hoping that I can beat the traffic hour and get the fuck away from here.
Just do not get the Austin Yellow, my tip of the day.
Well, the only address that I cared enough to get into Candy, and off we went. I we arrived around five am after an interesting meeting with an other car fan. A bit before Ohio was reached (Doc I took your tip seriously, I drove like a grandma, a Finnish one but that was the best I could do!) This pulled next to me.
The bloke driving it had the same idea, so we pulled over and cameras came out.
It was a super moon, we waited till it rose a bit, I asked where he's headed and we found out we have the same route ahead of us. Ohio being near two beepers in the mirrors is always better than one, and who would miss out on the chance to see a C 63 in the rear view mirror for hundreds of miles?
Off we went, and all the proper procedures for the break in period were followed, I assure you all. Peter was not harmed, no need.
Turns out even in Ohio lights do go from red to green in an occasion. Peter did good. He made mum happy, and I was being kind to it, don't worry!
We parted ways since I was in a hurry to get to Chicago. I had as usual not booked anything and I was so sure IND has move to Germany. Turns out they had not, but that's the next story.
In my usual style, I headed off to Chicago without checking even if IND had a real shop there, or only a mailing center. I also didn't bother to google a good route, I just hit the road. Ankle got taped up so tight it almost hurt more than the driving it's self, but Freddie Mercury made me the forget the pains of living while the beautiful sign came out: I was leaving Philly.
To be honest, I didn't bother to see the place at all, as usual I just end up hating everything I have to fly in with luggage. Maybe some day I'm brave enough to review the place again, till then it's the hell hole number two in this country.
The unfortunate tendency to go trough gas a bit fast and the subtle color of Peter made the gas stations hell on earth, it's apparent that this color is the right one for the attention whores. Sadly it get's it on the road too so instead of driving the bloody thing I spend all my time trying to switch lanes to get away from the next bloke who can't keep his in his lane. The roads in Chicago are one huge pothole after an other, then the stares and there is me, hoping that I can beat the traffic hour and get the fuck away from here.
Just do not get the Austin Yellow, my tip of the day.
Well, the only address that I cared enough to get into Candy, and off we went. I we arrived around five am after an interesting meeting with an other car fan. A bit before Ohio was reached (Doc I took your tip seriously, I drove like a grandma, a Finnish one but that was the best I could do!) This pulled next to me.
The bloke driving it had the same idea, so we pulled over and cameras came out.
It was a super moon, we waited till it rose a bit, I asked where he's headed and we found out we have the same route ahead of us. Ohio being near two beepers in the mirrors is always better than one, and who would miss out on the chance to see a C 63 in the rear view mirror for hundreds of miles?
Off we went, and all the proper procedures for the break in period were followed, I assure you all. Peter was not harmed, no need.
Turns out even in Ohio lights do go from red to green in an occasion. Peter did good. He made mum happy, and I was being kind to it, don't worry!
We parted ways since I was in a hurry to get to Chicago. I had as usual not booked anything and I was so sure IND has move to Germany. Turns out they had not, but that's the next story.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Mods
It started already. I'll just add to this post as I go.
I'm sad to report that now the badge is stuck in my backpack so the joke is once again on me.
I'm sad to report that now the badge is stuck in my backpack so the joke is once again on me.
Friends
I make friends easily. People who I want to spend time with are a rarity still, usually I just don't care enough to go and do something with someone. Really, really good friends get my piano rating, which will break my back one day.
New Jersey sucks, and I will never understand how anyone wants to live here, but sure as hell I had fun and leaving was made easy by a friend who installed radar detectors to my car last night. I think he just wanted to get rid of me faster, but the other possibility is also a real one: in this fucked up world, there are real people still who actually care about others.
Cheers mate, best present ever, if we forget the painting. I'm even willing to forget you laughing your ass off while I was having the Candy melt down last night. I'm out of here, and no photos from this state, there is absolutely nothing to see in a few hours since I'll be gone again.
Leg taped up. Coffee inhaled. Peter all packed up.
Germans: All of us are not idiots. Can I next time around get a version that doesn't demand hours out of my life taken away while getting these all away?
On the post a picture can be found about how well the hornet Peter blends in. I really fucked up with the color.
New Jersey sucks, and I will never understand how anyone wants to live here, but sure as hell I had fun and leaving was made easy by a friend who installed radar detectors to my car last night. I think he just wanted to get rid of me faster, but the other possibility is also a real one: in this fucked up world, there are real people still who actually care about others.
Cheers mate, best present ever, if we forget the painting. I'm even willing to forget you laughing your ass off while I was having the Candy melt down last night. I'm out of here, and no photos from this state, there is absolutely nothing to see in a few hours since I'll be gone again.
Leg taped up. Coffee inhaled. Peter all packed up.
Germans: All of us are not idiots. Can I next time around get a version that doesn't demand hours out of my life taken away while getting these all away?
On the post a picture can be found about how well the hornet Peter blends in. I really fucked up with the color.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Peter II
One red eye later I found myself from Philly. It turns out this city sucks.
Anyway, one or two texts later a friend of mine picked me up, gave me coffee, laughed at my face " Nice to see you and all, you look like shit". Fuck you too beauty queen!
Anyway, coffee, hotel, shower, coffee and car dealer. Bank took the longest time on the whole trip, get over this check shit already, take a memo from us guys.
Here it is, Peter II
The mandatory coffee mug is on the hood, since it was a great name giving ceremony. Peter II got no love from me, since the sentimental idiot in me misses Peter I, and there is chrome on it. And a badge. I haven't slept much in the last two days, but it took time to park that so I don't have to see a lot of the shiny parts. I see a new obsession arising.
I was so out of it this morning, I can't even remember how it drove. Apparently from A to B, since I just woke up from a hotel bed full of my stuff and the dealers gifts. That dude is not half bad, almost human I mean, and the guy who actually tried to explain things to me while I had no brain function left was probably a saint. After two hours of sleep I kind of feel like calling then and apologizing for showing up without giving them any notice, but the truth is that they get normal people every day. Maybe now they appreciate them more.
I had a fight with the sat nav already, and because of me being an adult, I shut it off. Turns out my memory isn't as good as I thought, and a little side tour was made. I have got to get the hell out of here tonight, and Candy will not be ordering me around anymore.
I'm pretty sure this is the ugliest eco shit box ever made. Thank Coffee is saw it after the paper work was done, otherwise I would have walked out of there because of the fear of ending up in one one day.
Now I will see if Peter II can hold a candle to my former companion. Wyoming here I come again!
After Chicago, Lakes, and a few other things, so law enforcement has time to devour their donuts and all. Gimme a couple of days, will you?!
Anyway, one or two texts later a friend of mine picked me up, gave me coffee, laughed at my face " Nice to see you and all, you look like shit". Fuck you too beauty queen!
Anyway, coffee, hotel, shower, coffee and car dealer. Bank took the longest time on the whole trip, get over this check shit already, take a memo from us guys.
Here it is, Peter II
The mandatory coffee mug is on the hood, since it was a great name giving ceremony. Peter II got no love from me, since the sentimental idiot in me misses Peter I, and there is chrome on it. And a badge. I haven't slept much in the last two days, but it took time to park that so I don't have to see a lot of the shiny parts. I see a new obsession arising.
I was so out of it this morning, I can't even remember how it drove. Apparently from A to B, since I just woke up from a hotel bed full of my stuff and the dealers gifts. That dude is not half bad, almost human I mean, and the guy who actually tried to explain things to me while I had no brain function left was probably a saint. After two hours of sleep I kind of feel like calling then and apologizing for showing up without giving them any notice, but the truth is that they get normal people every day. Maybe now they appreciate them more.
I had a fight with the sat nav already, and because of me being an adult, I shut it off. Turns out my memory isn't as good as I thought, and a little side tour was made. I have got to get the hell out of here tonight, and Candy will not be ordering me around anymore.
I'm pretty sure this is the ugliest eco shit box ever made. Thank Coffee is saw it after the paper work was done, otherwise I would have walked out of there because of the fear of ending up in one one day.
After Chicago, Lakes, and a few other things, so law enforcement has time to devour their donuts and all. Gimme a couple of days, will you?!
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