Sunday, 7 September 2008

accidented + bitching + lusting

got hit in the ass recently. it was a case of seriously bad luck. renne was in the car with me when it happened. we were talking, talking, talking when the line of cars in front all braked to a perfect halt, on the right lane of the highway.

BANG!! the whole car jerked forward.

BANG!!! whoa, multiple-car accident?

when we got outta the car we saw only one car behind us. he must have hit us, released the brakes, then hit us again as his car rolled forward.

i was driving: peugeot 407
he was driving: honda integra
my damage: rear bumper cui, boot jammed shut
his damage: front bumper disintegrated, bonnet cui all the way to where his front wheels are(carbon-fiber bonnet, by the way), and i could peer into the gaping hole under his bonnet where some parts were dangling out.

so we exchanged numbers and particulars. bringing the car to the service center tomorrow to get it fixed. then hand him the bill. then i called mum up to update her and thrash jap cars at the same time.

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failed in a recent venture to get my dad to buy me a car.

my reasons for getting it: 1.6 liter saves petrol, it's beautiful, shares the same engine as the mini cooper s but costs about 30% less, it's a continental, better get it now cause it's limited and selling fast and renne can drive it while i'm away. most importantly, it's got a manual gearbox which i love.
his reasons for not getting it: i'm probably going overseas soon, it's just another small car in a country where there're millions more and he doesn't see the difference, it's an extra expense which he doesn't need and i won't be using much of anyway, and so what if it's limited. most importantly, it's got a manual gearbox which he hates.

1. my whole family has this inexplicable fear of manual cars. i don't understand why.

2. i'm not asking him to pay for the whole thing. i offered to pay the deposit, money which i got when i fucking sold my bike, and stretch the payment over a period of 10 years so that i can afford to take over the installments when i come back for good and get a job. he's like paying 20% while i'm doing 80%.

3. so what the fuck is the problem?

anyway when i get back i'll make the same proposal to him, albeit with a different car, because the peugeot 207 gti is a fucking limited car and he doesn't seem to understand what that means. and if he declines a second time i'll just go with what i wanted all along.

Ducati 1098 R

and he can make all the noise he wants but it won't make a difference cause i'll be the one paying. and if he really chucks a tantrum i'll just swing what he said right back at him: a car's an extra expense i can do without. woot!

actually i'm kinda hoping he'd reject both my offers cause this bike is fucking beautiful. just looking at these pics is a bloody turn-on. lol!

took away the pics when i found out about copyright laws and all that. anyway if anyone wants to see the pics just google them, there's plenty out there.

technically the pic above is not a 1098 R, it's only a 1098. as far as i know there currently exist 5 versions of this monster.

1098 (as in i'm a 1098 without any additional performance but you're already disappearing in my mirror)
1098 S (sexy(as in you can't ever catch me bitch, so save your petrol and don't even try))
1098 R (racing(as in i can flip the finger at you and then blast off into the sunset and all you're gonna note is the colour of my bike. maybe.))
1098 Tricolore (three-colours(as in the italian flag))
1098 S Tricolore (for track use only)

none of them takes more than 3.8 seconds to get to 100, none of them costs less than 50k here, and that's if you can find them. the only one hot enough to turn me on is the 1098 R, but think of them all as being in the ferrari/lamborghini/maserati league of the motorcycle world.
designer bikes.
fast designer bikes.

they're not called sportsbikes; they're called superbikes. and they don't speed; they teleport.

oh yes, i will get one.

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