Somebody posted a couple of jokes to the net, including the
following:
I must have a really bad car. Every Sunday I take the family out
for a push.
Last week I bought the perfect second car: a tow truck.
I don't think they're funny... I've *done* both of these things.
Last Sunday, in fact, after cleaning the B's engine bay, Bronwen
wanted to ride in "neat MG." (Yes, by her second birthday she
could read the letters M and G.) "Okay, Bronwen, say VROOOOM!"
Kim and I pushed her up into the garage. Bronwen cried when I came
to take her out of the car. I've GOT to get it running again...
Larry "Nerd with a black leather jacket" Colen used to have a list
of jokes that were basically follow-ups to "You know you've had a
British car for too long when..." I can't remember all of them,
but some of the better ones were:
- the parts guy knows you by name and smiles when you walk in
- the number of cars you own has a fractional component
- the number of times you've driven them has a fractional component
- you remember your VIN and commission number but not your SO's birthday
- you no longer think of "Girling" as an activity
--Scott "And you check the oil when you don't see spots under the car" Fisher
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