Originally posted by: DLeRium
so can someone explain the crystal joke kthx
Originally posted by: Azsen
Check out this thread by dhoytw. Seems to me like he speaks pretty good english there.
Originally posted by: dhoytw
Hey if anyone has some information on AGP Express slots clue me in, I think it looks like a throwback to an AGP slot on the new Intel 915 & 925 chipset boards with PCI Express architecture.
OK so it's basically what I thought it was, thanks.
Thanks, I knew there was some more to it then the other gentlemen lead me to believe.
QFT~!!!! ~~#@#$@#$@$%#@
Too many magic mushrooms I tell you. You can see the effects right here, it's fried his brain.
Originally posted by: psebas
Quanto a voces não sei, mas após 12 paginas de msm continuo sem perceber nada da pergunta inicial que ele fez e assim sendo para não me sentir um atrasdo mental resolvi escrever esta msm em portugues de maneira a que pelo menos haja 99% da AT que tb não percebam um caralho.
Quanto ao OP , foda-se deves ser tripeiro ou lagarto.
But he doesn't know, does he?Originally posted by: Darkon
scotty says replace the crystal.
Originally posted by: cerebusPu
Originally posted by: Azsen
Check out this thread by dhoytw. Seems to me like he speaks pretty good english there.
Originally posted by: dhoytw
Hey if anyone has some information on AGP Express slots clue me in, I think it looks like a throwback to an AGP slot on the new Intel 915 & 925 chipset boards with PCI Express architecture.
OK so it's basically what I thought it was, thanks.
Thanks, I knew there was some more to it then the other gentlemen lead me to believe.
QFT~!!!! ~~#@#$@#$@$%#@
Too many magic mushrooms I tell you. You can see the effects right here, it's fried his brain.
Originally posted by: dhoytw
I gave your momma the mushroom tip!!!!
Originally posted by: Maluno
Chickens are delicious?
Originally posted by: bwnv
Originally posted by: Maluno
Chickens are delicious?
in Russia delicious chickens are!
haha
at least I'm getting my post count up
.bow dhoytw
Originally posted by: Pixle
I don't understand the post...is their a sum up to this?
Originally posted by: dheffer
Originally posted by: Wadded Beef
Originally posted by: veggz
Originally posted by: NiKeFiDO
Originally posted by: Brian23
Originally posted by: veggz
Originally posted by: Brian23
I'm here to thread crap!
ahhh, that felt good!
bump
I see you agree with me.
Originally posted by: Brian23
Originally posted by: veggz
Originally posted by: Brian23
I'm here to thread crap!
ahhh, that felt good!
bump
I see you agree with me.
Originally posted by: Brian23
Originally posted by: veggz
Originally posted by: Brian23
I'm here to thread crap!
ahhh, that felt good!
bump
I see you agree with me.
I got you all beat......
with COLD SoLUT1ONz0rz!
this thread has become the pinnacle of intellectualism
bump
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in
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I'm here to thread crap!
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I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the windows were all but closed?it was getting hot, sweaty and uncomfortable in that car, but I knew it had it in it to start. WHAMWHAM the thunder rolled?..
I tried it again?my leg foot and leg pumping about 10-15 times between tries. It's amazing that this felt like hours when in actuality it was only 10, maybe 15 minutes. I could feel the battery starting to weaken. I knew it only had this one or maybe two final tries in it before it went dead. I gripped the key again and turned it?.pump pump pump?.come on come on?.pump pump pump?some more?I stopped for a second, made sure all knobs were turned off (?)?and tried it again..RRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr..it cranked and cranked just a little more but I could hear it RRRRrrrrrrrrrrr ?it was growing weaker?I continued pumping my barefoot up and down on the dirty pedal. RRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?..wrrrrrrr. Click. Turn off. Try again. Rrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr click click click click click??WHAM!
I looked at the girls beside me, still relatively unconcerned about our peril, and asked "Anyone up for another beer"? At the very least, we could ride out the storm, since it was apparent we weren't riding anywhere else, anytime soon.
I remember this day so clearly?it was a day in which there was a hurricane watch. At the time I was living in the south, and hurricane warnings and watches were pretty regular during certain times of years. Now, growing up in the northeast, I was quite used to storm warnings, and what never ceases to amaze me is the rampant mad dash to the store to stock up on supplies. In 1996, we had a snowstorm that let 3 feet of snow fall in less than 48 hours. At most, I was inconvenienced for a day or two. Do you mean to tell me, you don't have enough canned soup or cereal to get you through a couple of days? But that's neither here nor there. I did what every sound minded girl would do when faced with possible weather peril, I went out to eat. Living in the vacation Mecca-land of the US, restaurants were very crowded with long waits (believe me, the one I used to work at could have a wait time of 2.5 hours on a Friday night). I grabbed a couple of brave (or crazy) friends, and out we went.
I was driving my 70's something Nova at the time-cream colored with spots of rust and the two hand painted GINORMOUS blue "racer" stripes down the hood?boy I was a real looker in that mobile?let me tell you! The state I was living in had no real requirement for insurance (other than PIP) and no inspection laws?so you could basically drive a cardboard box with a boat motor if you could make it work?perfect for me.
I rounded up the girl (fine) and we headed off to one of our favorite eateries?a beer-brewing bakery with a volleyball court surrounding the pub?.tons-o-fun. It was a great hangout for locals mixed in with a small amount of tourism. The place was packed, so no one seemed to be concerned about the storm warnings. I was wearing some casual cut-offs, a tight Tee and flip-flops, similar to how my friends we dressed. We ate a very nice meal and grabbed a beer and watched some of the local hotties play some V-ball. After 45 minutes or so, I noticed a serious drop in temperature and looked to the western sky?.large ominous clouds were looming in the horizon. The wind had picked up quite dramatically and I thought now might be a good time to head out.
I had parked within a few feet of the three volleyball courts facing the parking lot. I mentioned to my girlfriends that it looked as though it was about to storm and we should get going?they agreed and we walked over to my unlocked car. With two girls in the back and one in the front with me, I strapped on my lap belt and stuck the key hard in the ignition. I turned the key to start the Nova and it began to crank?..Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?.nothing?.it would not turn over on this first try, so I tried it again?.I pressed my flip-flop up and down on the pedal for good measure and turned the key again?..The engine started to crank again and seemed to match in sound the thunder that was gently beginning to roll in. I began to pump my foot up and down on my rather large gas pedal. I kinda laughed it off to the girls as I unclicked the key to a stop. "I wonder what's wrong", I stated out loud. Truth be told, my fear of fears was being realized yet again. I almost always went out of my way to not be the designated driver, as I new my vehicle was unreliable at best. The irony is, we were all 20 something's, poor and all drove large pieces of crap. At one time or another, this situation happened to each of us in the other girls car. It was always a horror show?either the car wouldn't start, the stick shift would get stuck, we would get a flat no one was quite sure how to change?and on and on it went. This time just happened to be my turn.
I sat back up and gently, but with firm purpose let some fuel into the line. I pumped my foot about 7 to 8 times up and down and gripped my key again. I noticed it was beginning to rain. I turned the key and waited a split second for the sound of the cranking to begin?.WHAM?..a loud thunder cracked just as I began to pump hard and steady. I bounced my leg up and down for a good 20 seconds while I continued to bounce and rock gently in my seat. My thighs were pressed together and the muscles in my hand were slightly flexed. I held the key hard and pumped my foot up and down. WHAM?.all of the girls jumped in their seats. People one the volleyball courts ran for nearby shelter under the cabanas?still facing my car. I now had a captive audience. Yeah for me.
I turned the key again and again?.pumping my foot up and down?the strength of the storm seemed to grow with the intensity of my pumping. Somehow I fed into its energy and it gave my power to continue fighting on. My friends were all giggling and screaming between the thunder claps, and the boys of the caba?a appeared to be making wagers on whether or not I would get the car started, (I said "appeared" as I was incredibly self-conscious?keep my head slightly down and my eyes on my foot)!
I began to plead with he car ever-so-slightly, but not quietly, as with all the noise both in and out of the car, it didn't seem to make a difference. I turned the key again and pressed up and down again on the pedal?.."Come on come on come on come on??ERRRRRRRR!" Stop?wait?try again. I cranked it up again and hit the pedal again?.my flip flop was getting all sweaty and I kicked it off to the side?with my pretty pedicure on my toes I began to pump it some more?.My leg furiously bouncing, the friction between my thighs increasing. I bounced on my cream colored seats so much I could see the girl next to me lifting up and down. The storm was now almost raging around us?the win
Originally posted by: dheffer
*Insert no longer funny soviet russia joke*
Originally posted by: DrMrLordX
Originally posted by: dheffer
*Insert no longer funny soviet russia joke*
IN SOVIET RUSSIA, joke inserts YOU!
Originally posted by: Budman
Originally posted by: Pixle
I don't understand the post...is their a sum up to this?
Yes there is, This picture sums it all up.
Originally posted by: Fisher999
I can't believe people are threadcrapping here! This poor immigrant came here to this country looking for opportunities and a good thermal solution!
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Dheffer you may have SOLVED the riddle ! It may have been THAT simple all along !