At 9:30 PM 11/16/98 -0500, Pebomor@aol.com wrote:
>When I first got my XJ40 about two years ago, I was so gung ho that I waved
>and honked at every Jaguar I saw. NOTHING! -big snip-
Sorry Pete, but since you mentioned the 140, you get stuck with the bad
joke that follows. Hope you enjoy it.
>
>A young blonde female stock broker was bored with driving her
>BMW. It lacked individuality and besides that, every other girl
>in the office had one. She fancied something a bit more
>individual, perhaps an MG convertible.
>
>That week she visited her local car dealer and spied a beautiful
>Jaguar XK140 convertible. It was wonderfully restored and she
>fell in love with its gorgeous red paintwork. An empty cheque
>stub later and off she was tearing down the leafy country lanes
>enjoying her beautiful new car. Her long blonde hair was
>flowing in the wind, music blaring from the radio, what could
>possibly go wrong?
>
>Then at that thought there was a splutter from the engine and
>the car slowly coasted to a stop. She got out and lifted the
>bonnet and concluded after a few minutes that she didn't have a
>bloody clue what was wrong. Luckily she had her mobile phone
>with her and a quick phone call to the AutoClub and a short wait
>saw a bright shiny yellow van pull up behind her.
>
>"That's a lovely car," says the mechanic. "What seems to be the
>matter?"
>
>Well, it just conked out I'm afraid."
>
>"Let me have look." He set to work and ten minutes later the
>engine was purring like a cat again.
>
>"Thank goodness," she said. "What was the matter ?"
>
>"Simple really, just crap in the carburetors," he replied.
>
>Looking shocked she asked, "Oh, OK. How many times a week do I
>have to do that?"
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