A perfectly detailed and obviously well maintained older model, with the apparent benefit of frequent oil changes and a few after market bolt-on parts. She was driving an immaculate all silver R53. We waved at each other.

 

How do you know it had frequent oil changes? I had a 2000 CLK 430 that the oil was changed every 12K by the computer and mine looked and ran just like it came off the show room floor.

 

It was that satisfied look on her face.

 

Oh there are so many things that can be said!!! I will refrain...

 

Her lip gloss WAS shining.

 

How could something so right...

...be conveyed so wrong?

I'm wondering about the 'oil change' reference, too, but perhaps some things are left to mystery, eh?

 

HAHA!!! I am hysterical right now!!!

 

My translation:

A perfectly detailed and obviously well maintained older model
Translation: A beautiful older woman wearing immaculate makeup

with the apparent benefit of frequent oil changes
Translation: Apparently fit and healthy of diet

a few after market bolt-on parts.
Translation: [probably had ] cosmetic surgery and augmentation

She was driving an immaculate all silver R53.
Translation: Driving a near perfect car (i.e. not an R56 )

We waved at each other.
Translation: She's into MINI culture.



Ok, see? This is why that Grammar Police thread cropped up in OT. No more denigrating the Grammar Police.

 

TOUCHE, Myminirox!!! SO FUNNY!

 

Nothing like a satisfied girl after frequent oil changes.

 

priceless

 

I saw them again today. I think I have a stalker.

I'll try to snap a surreptitious pic -- hopefully she's not packing.

 

So I'm reading along...oblivious...and then I get to the PG-13 translation. Now it is 3am here and my Ambien is kicking in so cut me some slack.

I'm just wondering if you truly hope she doesn't have a gun or if this will be translated to mean you hope she's not a pre-op transsexual?

 

You know... I thought the same thing....lets get our mind out of the gutter...and then i just figured it was packing "heat"

 

Both prospects are a bit disturbing, don't you think? Anyway, I managed to get to work without an encouter of either the Prizzi's Honor or the Crying Game variety.

But I did have a little encounter with the local heat that day. Here I was, first thing in the morning, passing through the scuzzy end of Chinatown, about to make my last left turn before a straight run to work. I turned on my signal, yielded to on-coming traffic, made sure there were no stray pedestrians and made my turn while the light was still green, when "whoop whoop", the blue and reds of a ghost car are flashing behind me. I pulled over.

A pretty good looking blond plainclothes policewoman sauntered up to my window, her partner hung back on the passenger side, but I could see him in the mirror. I killed the radio and then hit the down window button, and then returned my hands to the wheel where they could see them (don't want anyone to get trigger-happy!).

I looked her in the face and said, honestly purplexed: "what?"

Seems my insurance was expired. Up here that meant the car would need to be towed and I had to pay a $590 fine! Yikes!

Anyway, after running my DL and seeing there were no wants or warrants for me, she softened up a bit. She allowed me to pack my car on the other side of the street at a meter and said I could take my chances with the bylaw enforcers about further ticketting and towing.

But here's the best part. She agreed that if I fax her a copy of my renewed insurance and the ticket before the end of the day, she would exercise her discretion and tear up the ticket!!

So, I parked where indicated (she even stopped traffic), plugged the meter, walked down to Jack Chow Insurance, and got my new val tag and papers. Needless to say, the fax went out before lunch.

 

Grace shines on you, my friend.

 

Hey, I drive a Cooper S every single day.