The advantages of a beaten up car...
#1
The advantages of a beaten up car...
Okay, living in a major city like Amsterdam has it's ups and downs. Years ago I bought this beaten up old Ford Mondeo Station car to drive around in and around Amsterdam with. Yeah... I admit, if it was an animal I would have given it it's mercy shot a long time ago. But the dents and rust spots give it style, and due to lack of water and soap it turned from a light green into a partly grey and black color. The damn thing is like a whore on Monday morning, she always works.
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
Last edited by Dutchie; Jul 29th 2008 at 2:56 pm.
#2
Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
Okay, living in a major city like Amsterdam has it's ups and downs. Years ago I bought this beaten up old Ford Mondeo Station car to drive around in and around Amsterdam with. Yeah... I admit, if it was an animal I would have given it it's mercy shot a long time ago. But the dents and rust spots give it style, and due to lack of water and soap it turned from a light green into a partly grey and black color. The damn thing is like a whore on Monday morning, she always works.
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
#7
Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
Okay, living in a major city like Amsterdam has it's ups and downs. Years ago I bought this beaten up old Ford Mondeo Station car to drive around in and around Amsterdam with. Yeah... I admit, if it was an animal I would have given it it's mercy shot a long time ago. But the dents and rust spots give it style, and due to lack of water and soap it turned from a light green into a partly grey and black color. The damn thing is like a whore on Monday morning, she always works.
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
If you want to be an honorary BE on this board...you can't go around doing things like that...so un-British !
You just have to put up with the German's selfishness but...at the same time...give him hell verbally...until he sees sense...else phone the cops !!
#8
Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
Well to give you a prime example? If I came to the UK (or England or GB) and just simply stated "This is a suburb of Holland" I assume, no know you would feel slightly insulted. That's how the Germans think they are allowed to treat the Dutch....
#9
Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
In my line of work I pay an annual rate that is higher then normal anyhow. So what the heck, this guy will never forget me, that was worth it to me.
#10
Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
Okay, living in a major city like Amsterdam has it's ups and downs. Years ago I bought this beaten up old Ford Mondeo Station car to drive around in and around Amsterdam with. Yeah... I admit, if it was an animal I would have given it it's mercy shot a long time ago. But the dents and rust spots give it style, and due to lack of water and soap it turned from a light green into a partly grey and black color. The damn thing is like a whore on Monday morning, she always works.
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
So I come out of the supermarket with two bags of groceries about to break and I see this fat Mercedes with German number plates parked in such a way three cars can't get out. Okay... As my Ford can't float on water, I can't go forwards. So waiting for nearly 30 minutes until Uncle Fritz finally shows up to open his own trunk he tells me in f**king German language to wait as he isn't finished yet. Wait!?!?!?!? My blood is reaching the boiling point but I get a grand idea. I see a garbage truck. Ask the guy if he wants to earn a six pack of beer "Sure... What do you want?" With a smile on my face "Just reverse without looking in your rear view mirror okay? A meter will be enough..." So I'm looking around to see if I have witnesses to this all. And with a smile on my face I hear the cracking sounds come off that German piece of shit called a car. Did leave my business card behind the window wiper, with written in perfect DUTCH... Welcome to Amsterdam. Arrogant bastards...
Dutchie
Bit of a rum thing to do but its one in the eye for old Jerry, eh?????
#11
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Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
Over the passed three decades it has become a suburb of India, Pakistan and Somalia. More recently it has also become a suburb of Poland.
Wave a UK flag in some places in the Uk and you are likely to get arrested.
#12
Re: The advantages of a beaten up car...
I know what you mean, was in London about three weeks ago. It's hilarious to see the old fashioned type Brit with ball hat and umbrella standing next to a few Indians and Pakistani people waiting for public transport. And I thought Holland was a suburb of Poland. Only 200.000 estimated to be walking around here.