Teaching attractive girl how to drive stick
#71
Semi-related story.
I took a gorgeous petite blond girl on a road trip two years ago in my 4RS for a birthday party on the other side of the country. Upon waking up the next morning, I realized that all the Château's and Dry's and Johnnie's had rendered my brain rather slow, so I asked her if she would drive the first leg. She turned to me and casually said "Sure why not", as if trading her usual Yaris driving technique for that thing was something every girl does at some point during the day.
So we got in the car, and I began explaining how it's rather different from what she's used to, that the clutch is like stepping on a bowling ball and how it takes time getting used to that together with a lightweight flywheel. I managed to say, "This car is rather different from what you are used t....", before she smoothly exited the driveway and was on the highway on-ramp, with perfect shifts and car control the whole time. She drove back the whole way, across the country at around 100 mph for hours and hours, while still maintaining massive respect for it.
And if this post had been an Anne of Green Gables novel, I would have said that we married and lived happily ever after, but we didn't. She's now with some hairy kunt who doesn't even have a car. What a waste . . .
I took a gorgeous petite blond girl on a road trip two years ago in my 4RS for a birthday party on the other side of the country. Upon waking up the next morning, I realized that all the Château's and Dry's and Johnnie's had rendered my brain rather slow, so I asked her if she would drive the first leg. She turned to me and casually said "Sure why not", as if trading her usual Yaris driving technique for that thing was something every girl does at some point during the day.
So we got in the car, and I began explaining how it's rather different from what she's used to, that the clutch is like stepping on a bowling ball and how it takes time getting used to that together with a lightweight flywheel. I managed to say, "This car is rather different from what you are used t....", before she smoothly exited the driveway and was on the highway on-ramp, with perfect shifts and car control the whole time. She drove back the whole way, across the country at around 100 mph for hours and hours, while still maintaining massive respect for it.
And if this post had been an Anne of Green Gables novel, I would have said that we married and lived happily ever after, but we didn't. She's now with some hairy kunt who doesn't even have a car. What a waste . . .
#72
If the girl's dad has a Boxter, then it might be likely that he's a Teamspeed guy as well. One look at this thread and he probably sent his daughter off to the convent.
Just in case the original poster comes back to this thread again: if you are driving an insured vehicle with permission of the owner, you are covered.
Just in case the original poster comes back to this thread again: if you are driving an insured vehicle with permission of the owner, you are covered.
Last edited by slik560; Dec 10, 2010 at 01:27 PM. Reason: brain fade
#73
Semi-related story.
I took a gorgeous petite blond girl on a road trip two years ago in my 4RS for a birthday party on the other side of the country. Upon waking up the next morning, I realized that all the Château's and Dry's and Johnnie's had rendered my brain rather slow, so I asked her if she would drive the first leg. She turned to me and casually said "Sure why not", as if trading her usual Yaris driving technique for that thing was something every girl does at some point during the day.
So we got in the car, and I began explaining how it's rather different from what she's used to, that the clutch is like stepping on a bowling ball and how it takes time getting used to that together with a lightweight flywheel. I managed to say, "This car is rather different from what you are used t....", before she smoothly exited the driveway and was on the highway on-ramp, with perfect shifts and car control the whole time. She drove back the whole way, across the country at around 100 mph for hours and hours, while still maintaining massive respect for it.
And if this post had been an Anne of Green Gables novel, I would have said that we married and lived happily ever after, but we didn't. She's now with some hairy kunt who doesn't even have a car. What a waste . . .
I took a gorgeous petite blond girl on a road trip two years ago in my 4RS for a birthday party on the other side of the country. Upon waking up the next morning, I realized that all the Château's and Dry's and Johnnie's had rendered my brain rather slow, so I asked her if she would drive the first leg. She turned to me and casually said "Sure why not", as if trading her usual Yaris driving technique for that thing was something every girl does at some point during the day.
So we got in the car, and I began explaining how it's rather different from what she's used to, that the clutch is like stepping on a bowling ball and how it takes time getting used to that together with a lightweight flywheel. I managed to say, "This car is rather different from what you are used t....", before she smoothly exited the driveway and was on the highway on-ramp, with perfect shifts and car control the whole time. She drove back the whole way, across the country at around 100 mph for hours and hours, while still maintaining massive respect for it.
And if this post had been an Anne of Green Gables novel, I would have said that we married and lived happily ever after, but we didn't. She's now with some hairy kunt who doesn't even have a car. What a waste . . .
#74
If the girl's dad has a Boxter, then it might be likely that he's a 6-Speeder as well. One look at this thread and he probably sent his daughter off to the convent.
Just in case the original poster comes back to this thread again: if you are driving an insured vehicle with permission of the owner, you are covered.
Just in case the original poster comes back to this thread again: if you are driving an insured vehicle with permission of the owner, you are covered.
#77
On their way to the dealer service dept. 
In truth I have my eye on a Carrera S at the local vendor. Just waiting to see if they'll come down a little near year-end.

In truth I have my eye on a Carrera S at the local vendor. Just waiting to see if they'll come down a little near year-end.
Last edited by slik560; Dec 10, 2010 at 10:25 AM.
#79

Don't bet her drinks either she'll be drinking her double grey goose rocks before you find the bar




