My Taxi Ride today, thursday 9/2/06
The 300SEL is getting the rear calipers rebuilt, and the brake pistons need hard chroming, so they are getting sent interstate. Im without benz for a week at least :(
The missus has got the shits on cause she reckons i spend all my time and money on the benz and i should just buy a camry etc..etc.. you know usual female drivel.
Shes got the falcon, so I am car-less at the moment.
Had a spacco argument on the way home (i drove her car, with her in it so i dont have to drive back to work to bring the bitch back home)
ANYWAY, nice weather and all, and living only 5 mins from the beach i decide to get some piss and call it a day, stare at some other pussy for change and enjoy myself. Should have got grog on the way home. No car. Bottle shop is 1/2hr walk. Its 80%humidity and 33 degrees outside. Fuck that.
I call 131-008 for a taxi, 5mins later, i hear beeping up and down the street. I walk outside and try to find the sod as hes cruising up and down trower rd.
I get in the car, and lo and behold; Its an asian driver. While in Sydney and melb, you get asian drivers, this is a rarity in Darwin. We only have whites and pakis driving Toyota Camry and Avalon taxis. I think to myself, "this should be interesting enough"
So off we go. I check his license card, and notice hes a provisional. Great.
We head thru a 40km/h school zone, at 80km/h. I dont bother mentioning it, i mean the little fuckers should be indoors studying anyway as far as im concerned. Unfortunately, at the next intersection, i tell the driver to "turn right at the green lights" . i guess hearing this, subconciously the driver figured, "All Clear" and proceeded to turn without noticing a pedestrian on a bike.
I said "fuck, look ou..." ........"BA DOONK DUm DONK"
We hit the girl at about 20 something km/h, knocking her clean off her bike. Im quite stunned for the moment, but little charlie has shat himself, and fucked if i dont believe it hesdriving off. I tell "fucking pull it over you little cunt" but he keepsgoing, muttering something in a foreign dialect.
I pull the hand brake as hard as i can, yanking it so hard i hear a twang and the slackening of tension. We are doint about 60kmh. Charlie decides to keep going as we head down a road behind the shoppiong centre. I warn him again, this time threatening somem serious damage, but hes totally out of it, and hears nothing.
grab the wheel and yank to the left. Charlie slams the brakes on as we mount the pavement, and the car does a spin and the boot whacks into a bus stop. i cant believe how hard we hit. Im a *little* hysterical now, and am out of the car heading to the drivers side door to fix little charlie a new asshole and swap his arms with his legs.
Hes crying and muttering something and, being a softy i telkl him to get out of the car nicely, as two officers make their way thru a small crowd to find out what the hell is going on.
ANYWAY>> i make a friggin statement, the girls is alive and the cops offer to drive me home. The best part? I ask if we can go through the bottle shop, and they said OKAY!! Quite possibly, and the reason i write this thread, is that I could well be the ONLY person to go through a drive through bottleshop in a squad car, as a passenger, and buy a slab!!! The look on the bottleshop attendants face was pricelss, considereing im a very regular there.
So, here i am, siniking some cheap Hollandia stubbies, 3 hrs later!! High School finishes soon, so all the year 12 bitches should be walking home any minute. Must perve. Love my location.
HAVE FUN GUYS, AND BEWARE OF PROVISIONAL ASIAN LICENCE TAXI DRIVERS!!!
Pearl Grey 300SEL.
HK import, 103,000miles.