The dangers of driving an S2000...
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From: Abilene, TX
So far (5 months as of today) no problems with crap like that in the S but I seem to get stung about once a year while riding motorcycles. Last one was about a month ago on my neck. Ouch!! A couple of years ago I got stung three times in 4 hours. Damn welts didn't go away for the next 5 days.
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My story.
1. Driving top down in a busy street, I come to a stop light. I hear and see a massively raised red dodge ram come to a stop in the lane next to me. As the light is about to turn green, I see the window open in the back seat and a kid with a bandana is weilding a freaking weapon at me. His weapon of choice was a jack-in-the-box bobble head. It was pelted at me and they screetch off.
2. Another stop light, but this time, a kid in front of me sticks his head out the window. I realize its one of my good friends so, as I raise my hand to wave back, a bee flies into my car and lands on my lap. At the same instance, the light turns green. Now Im dumbfounded, just torn for decisions. There is a bee sitting on my lap leering at me and I am towards the front of a line of traffic. As the miliseconds pass, I see that the bee means no harm and is probably just resting from his busy day so I decide to drive with that bee on my lap. At the next red light, I open my door, get out of my car and launch that sucker away.
Oh the joys of riding top down. ALWAYS.
Someone make me a TOP DOWN ALWAYS sig with a bee and a bobblehead
1. Driving top down in a busy street, I come to a stop light. I hear and see a massively raised red dodge ram come to a stop in the lane next to me. As the light is about to turn green, I see the window open in the back seat and a kid with a bandana is weilding a freaking weapon at me. His weapon of choice was a jack-in-the-box bobble head. It was pelted at me and they screetch off.
2. Another stop light, but this time, a kid in front of me sticks his head out the window. I realize its one of my good friends so, as I raise my hand to wave back, a bee flies into my car and lands on my lap. At the same instance, the light turns green. Now Im dumbfounded, just torn for decisions. There is a bee sitting on my lap leering at me and I am towards the front of a line of traffic. As the miliseconds pass, I see that the bee means no harm and is probably just resting from his busy day so I decide to drive with that bee on my lap. At the next red light, I open my door, get out of my car and launch that sucker away.
Oh the joys of riding top down. ALWAYS.
Someone make me a TOP DOWN ALWAYS sig with a bee and a bobblehead
Can't believe no one's mentioned the "Flying Burrito" story yet...
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From: Toronto
I was driving w/ the top down cruisin' along on a sunny day when out of nowhere I hear a splat on my hood, then I see 2 more splatters right in the middle of my windshield.
The distinctive white+green mixture eludes me to think that it was none other than bird poop.
Seeing how the splatter ended 1/2 way up the windshield, I thought I was lucky that it didn't end up in the interior.
However as I approached a stop light I decided to survey the interior of my car (just in case) and to my surprise there were 2 more splatters along the center console and secret compartment area. (Good thing it didn't get onto the folded down soft top).
My car was bombarded by machine gun style poop, and riddled along the middle of the entire car.
Good thing I was on my way home and so I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the hell out of my car to get the poop outta there.
The distinctive white+green mixture eludes me to think that it was none other than bird poop.
Seeing how the splatter ended 1/2 way up the windshield, I thought I was lucky that it didn't end up in the interior.
However as I approached a stop light I decided to survey the interior of my car (just in case) and to my surprise there were 2 more splatters along the center console and secret compartment area. (Good thing it didn't get onto the folded down soft top).
My car was bombarded by machine gun style poop, and riddled along the middle of the entire car.
Good thing I was on my way home and so I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the hell out of my car to get the poop outta there.