The dangers of driving an S2000...
Ok, here is my Top-Down story...
I was driving on the freeway to work one morning, about to pass a dump truck that was approximately a carlength ahead of me. One of the tires on said dump truck decided at that moment it was an opportune time to have a blowout.
Now, I had just woken up no less than 30 minutes prior, and had not yet had my morning caffeine. The sound of that tire self-destructing a few feet from me, with the top down, is the singular greatest perk-up I have ever received.
Not to mention the "oh crap" sensation when suddenly you are now dodging large pieces of tire on the road. Only one piece managed to make it into the (cabin, cockpit? what is the correct term here? pick whatever makes you happy I suppose) so I was fortunate in that respect.
Managed to dodge all the pieces of tire too.
Only other story I have (and this is going to be such a lame letdown after the dump truck blowout story...I need to work on my storytelling skills) was when a big old bumblebee decided to fly into my car. And land on my crotch. I managed to shoo him away without getting stung, but the though of getting stung there made me sweat for about the mile or so that bee hitchhiked with me.
I was driving on the freeway to work one morning, about to pass a dump truck that was approximately a carlength ahead of me. One of the tires on said dump truck decided at that moment it was an opportune time to have a blowout.
Now, I had just woken up no less than 30 minutes prior, and had not yet had my morning caffeine. The sound of that tire self-destructing a few feet from me, with the top down, is the singular greatest perk-up I have ever received.
Not to mention the "oh crap" sensation when suddenly you are now dodging large pieces of tire on the road. Only one piece managed to make it into the (cabin, cockpit? what is the correct term here? pick whatever makes you happy I suppose) so I was fortunate in that respect.
Managed to dodge all the pieces of tire too.
Only other story I have (and this is going to be such a lame letdown after the dump truck blowout story...I need to work on my storytelling skills) was when a big old bumblebee decided to fly into my car. And land on my crotch. I managed to shoo him away without getting stung, but the though of getting stung there made me sweat for about the mile or so that bee hitchhiked with me.
Until this thread, I never knew it was possible for rocks and other road debris to fly into the cabin. I thought maybe it was engineered so that other objects would have to have some pretty weird trajectory to actually get inside.
Nothing's ever gotten into my cabin, but just the other day I ran over some plastic trash bag and 4 hours later I noticed a burning smell, looked under my car, and saw a thick coat of black goo covering a large section of my nice shiny Invidia
. Not visible unless you go under the car tho
.
Nothing's ever gotten into my cabin, but just the other day I ran over some plastic trash bag and 4 hours later I noticed a burning smell, looked under my car, and saw a thick coat of black goo covering a large section of my nice shiny Invidia
. Not visible unless you go under the car tho
.
bees and other bugs seem to love my car ... I don't know why.
On a cruise we stopped for a bit, and 2 bees got into my car. I thought I got rid of them before we left, but in the middle of the drive I noticed one was sitting on my leg ... I flicked him off but he flew back into the car! I had to stop, get out of the car and shake him off of me and then drive off real quick!
On a cruise we stopped for a bit, and 2 bees got into my car. I thought I got rid of them before we left, but in the middle of the drive I noticed one was sitting on my leg ... I flicked him off but he flew back into the car! I had to stop, get out of the car and shake him off of me and then drive off real quick!









seriously. Is that a chicken?!
I think it'll buff right out.
