moorey
call me Mia
Fuck-wit. :third:Is it fuckwit or fuck wit?
Help me fuckwits (fuck wits?)! It's messing with my OCDs!!!
Fuck-wit. :third:Is it fuckwit or fuck wit?
Help me fuckwits (fuck wits?)! It's messing with my OCDs!!!
dw... I too have done that too many times !Today I set my wheels up tubeless for the first time. Took me around an hour and a half. Only to relise my tyres are on backwards. Pure fuckwitery.
More importantly, what about the car you fucking ruined? How did you go with getting the steering wheel fixed/replaced?Fast forward 20 years and many equally shamefully acts of fuckwittery from me, and we're still married.
I couldn't get another original one at the time (pre mobile AND pre internets era). Taped it up and drove it like that for 18 months, like a knife in my guts every time I drove it, then sold it to a collector. :behindsofa:More importantly, what about the car you fucking ruined? How did you go with getting the steering wheel fixed/replaced?
Oh moorey, that is woefulSimilar fuckwittery here.
About 20 years ago, pre-mobile days, I'll note, I had arranged a first date with a lovely young lady. She was a nurse at the western hospital in Melbourne. Plan was to take her out to dinner when she finished at 6pm.
I wanted to impress, and I used to own numerous classic cars, so I polished up my 64 xm falcon coupe, grabbed the club lock out of the HR premier, and drove to Melbourne from ballarat where I was living. Had 2 hours to kill so I drove to the other side of the city to see a mate first. At about 5pm, decided to hear to pick up hot date, jumped in the car.....and realized the keys to the club lock were on the HR keyring in ballarat. FUCK!!
Called the RACV, who took 45 min to arrive, looked at it and said they wouldn't remove the lock without proof of ownership and the police present.
Its now 6am, and one likely lass would be out front of the hossie waiting. Found a public phone, tried to call but no one there was prepared to hunt her down and let her know I was running late.
With hardware stores now closed and my mate with no tools, I had to ring a mate on the other side of city to come with a hacksaw. He took 90 minutes to get there, and after bluntening 4 blades and not making a mark on the club lock, I had to do the unthinkable and cut the mint original futura steering wheel and bend it out enough to get club lock off, cracking the plastic /resin or whatever the wheel was covered in.
By now, it's after 8pm, and the drive took 45 minutes to get to the hospital, where a "slightly miffed" young lady was amazingly still waiting. It's an icy drive to her home in Richmond, not much said, but being reminded I had ruined my steering wheel, which was cutting my hands and tearing my shirt while driving.
Oddly, she didn't feel like coming to dinner with me, despite being very hungry.....women, sheesh, who understands them....so I dropped her home and drove back to ballarat with bleeding hands.
Fast forward 20 years and many equally shamefully acts of fuckwittery from me, and we're still married.
WHO'S THE FUCKWIT NOW, HUH????ound:
O.I sold my 1965 XP futura hardtop (coupe) for $100 cash.
Thank you. It comes naturally. hahaO.
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You, Sir, are winning this thread. By a considerable margin. It's like Black Caviar just lined up against a family of pygmy donkeys.
I sold mine for $8000, and it was straight and original, but far from mint. Mind you, that was about 18 years ago....I'm sure the price jumped the year after you sold yours.Oh moorey, that is woeful
I sold my 1965 XP futura hardtop (coupe) for $100 cash. Not a scratch on it.
It was given to me for an 18th birthday present. But I wasn't into cars, I was into metallica.
So I sold it for $100 (all original, mint interior, 3 on the tree) so I could buy metallica cassettes, some guitar strings and a gram of hooch.
That is one regret / fuckwittery I will never live down.
Kids, don't do drugs. (Or metallica post black album)
So not only am I a f*ckwit, but an unappreciative and stupid one. That was 20 years ago.
Just like this, but white with whitewall tyres.
I'm with Bodin. I have a couple of 'wish I never sold that car' stories relating to HR's (sigh, saw a really straight one the other day), but NOTHING in that league!!!Thank you. It comes naturally. haha
But keep in mind, $100 20 years ago is like.... $120 today.
I know. I had no idea at the time.I sold mine for $8000, and it was straight and original, but far from mint. Mind you, that was about 18 years ago....I'm sure the price jumped the year after you sold yours.
You, sir, are dead to me. :smow:
Actually... It gets worse. I sold it to a girl from school. She drove it into the ground in about six months and nearly destroyed it and then it got stolen from her.I bet the bloke who bought it still goes to the pub every night just so he can tell the story... 'Yeah, he was just this young bloke, had no idea whatsoever... $100!!! I could hardly keep a straight face!' etc etc etc...
Because I can't help myself, I wooda been all, "$100!.... I dunno...I can go up to $70...."I'm with Bodin. I have a couple of 'wish I never sold that car' stories relating to HR's (sigh, saw a really straight one the other day), but NOTHING in that league!!!
I bet the bloke who bought it still goes to the pub every night just so he can tell the story... 'Yeah, he was just this young bloke, had no idea whatsoever... $100!!! I could hardly keep a straight face!' etc etc etc...
Heres my bad boy:Actually... It gets worse. I sold it to a girl from school. She drove it into the ground in about six months and nearly destroyed it and then it got stolen from her.
I have seen it a few times since and whoever stole it off her has taken very good care of it and it looks fantastic.
It still gets around Hobart to this day like a ghostly reminder of my fuckwittery.
Next time I see it I'll snap a pic and post it all up.
You will cry.