So today was nice I decided to wash the M5 by hand. After washing it I decided to take it through the neighborhood to air dry.
Seeing how my shoes are over a year old and were wet from washing the car my foot slipped off the clutch and I squealed the tires. The tires are old so I didn't care much and just went through 1st and 2nd gear then let off. As I went around the neighborhood full of houses that look the same as their neighbors I got lost.
I came up to a stop sign where again my foot slipped off the clutch and squealed the tires again. This time while going down the street I saw someone who I though was trying to be like Clint Eastwood standing in the middle of the road with a gun pointed at me! Thankfully I had my trusty old brick to fight off his High Point.
This guy was complaining about my driving and burning up my tires and what not and his grand kids blah blah blah. All I could concentrate on was a guy stood out in front of my M5 holding a friggen High Point and wanted me to take him serious about my foot slipping off the clutch and upsetting him.
He didn't even seem to care that my foot could of slipped again still being wet while he was in the middle of the road, that High Point of his could of scratched my paint
Seeing how my shoes are over a year old and were wet from washing the car my foot slipped off the clutch and I squealed the tires. The tires are old so I didn't care much and just went through 1st and 2nd gear then let off. As I went around the neighborhood full of houses that look the same as their neighbors I got lost.
I came up to a stop sign where again my foot slipped off the clutch and squealed the tires again. This time while going down the street I saw someone who I though was trying to be like Clint Eastwood standing in the middle of the road with a gun pointed at me! Thankfully I had my trusty old brick to fight off his High Point.
This guy was complaining about my driving and burning up my tires and what not and his grand kids blah blah blah. All I could concentrate on was a guy stood out in front of my M5 holding a friggen High Point and wanted me to take him serious about my foot slipping off the clutch and upsetting him.
He didn't even seem to care that my foot could of slipped again still being wet while he was in the middle of the road, that High Point of his could of scratched my paint