Originally Posted by deathrattle
Ha ha -That's the Tower Hotel, not very nice but convenient for The City. I used to park my Porsche in there for free, by driving close up behind a taxi (who have free passes for the gate) and not allowing the barrier to drop. I learned the trick from that oil trader friend of mine at the IPE, just down the street, who parked his RR there EVERY day. (Most days I rode up on one of my bikes). Anyway, he finally got chased down one day and caught by their security team. He gave them Â£700 and was very pleased with the deal, figuring he had saved thousands.
What was your problem with driving in town and what did the pierced guy do to help? You lost me a bit there!
The ride from the airport to the hotel was not a problem until we got closer in to the city. It was late at night and the road you are on can change names, which confused my navigator. Then, we entered a few intersections and between me being somewhat disoriented by the wrong side of the road stuff, and the navigator being confused by road name changes from block to block, we were sure we were lost.
So, at an intersection we rolled the window down and asked this guy in the car next to us if he could tell us how to get back on track. I think we were still on track, actually, but we couldn't find ourselves on the map from the rental car company (Hertz) and didn't want to spend the entire night driving around getting lost. While we were speaking a few shady characters came out of the park on our left, and before they got within twenty feet this guy yells at them "We're not a taxi" and they keep coming, so the next words out of his mouth are "We're not a taxi, so fuck off mate!" and he looked kind of threatening - kind of like he could summon a lightning bolt at will with all those freaking chunks of metal in his skin. Anyway, instead of try to explain to us, he just told us to follow him to the bridge, after which he expected us to be able to find our way to the hotel. We did, but as I noted, it took a few passes to get the nads needed to make the turn. Leaving was even more peculiar.
I got to the hotel after the taxis had all gone home, so I parked out front, out of ignorance. The next morning I went out and found out there were some pissed off cabbies. So I put it in the garage.
My problem was I had to focus on driving with the flow of the traffic, and thread my way around to where I wanted to go. When I didn't know where I wanted to go, the chore became more onerous when the navigator was convinced we were lost all the time. In the end, the trip to the Chunnel or Stonehenge looked like more than an afternoon event. Given we were sent to attend a symposium, and socialize with our Royal Navy counterparts, we elected to forget the country side trips.
Instead I got really drunk every afternoon and evening with some guys from the Royal Navy trying to find out what the US Navy's interests were in certain electric drive technologies for subs. This left little or no time to spend driving around the country side as we had to be coherent every morning. After three days the English Navy guys decided we were not going to be of much use and they stopped buying beer, the symposium ended, and we went home.
I came away from that trip with a fundamental understanding of the drive of the English to explore and colonize the globe. It comes from having the worst tasting food and generally homliest women. They sailed the seas looking for something that had a flavor to eat and women that could stiffen their dicks. Jim