Okay, picture this. Its 1993, early. Your divorce has just been finalized, and you became a grandfather for the first time. So far the years off to a AWSOME start, couldnt be happier, then you get the call that your brand new black hard top six speed z28 has just been deliverd to your local dealership. You run down there, and wait till it comes in from the dealer test drive. It rolls in and you get weak in the knees. The badest *** car you have ever laid eyes upon, and its yours. You get in, and go to take off, and stall it, embarresd you ask your best friend ( salesman also, named Bob ) He chuckles and says, your in third gear. Hey, its your first six speed car, you put it in first and take off. Right away you are amazed by the power. Best thing about it, your best friend Mark has the exact same car. So you guys make it a common thing to go out and cruise, and love all the

"OMG wtf car is that, thats so bad ***, never seen one! Camaro?"

Comments. For some reason no one around here has ever seen one of these, let alone two clean *** black ones.

So a few weeks go buy, your out drinking with your buddy Bob, youve done it before, actually a lot, your in a band, so its common practice. You go into a bar at about 10 or so, and while your inside, it rains. You come close to closing the place, and leave drunk off of your ***.

"Get on it Don, Come on!" Bob beckons

So as your pulling out of the parking lot on to the main drag, and punch it.

You loose it at about 40 and slide backwards into a telephone pole. Holy ****, your brand new car, toatled, or so you thougth. What have you done? You get out, fine, Bobs fine, but his fat *** also busted the seat clean in half.... You exaime the car, pulling at your mullet ( dont laugh, my dad had a mullet in 93, deal with it ) So you get back in, and pray, you turn the key and it fires, good ole brand new lt1's you pull away, scraping, and what do you do? You stop on the way home, and have a few more beers. Played like a true genius

That single move is all that saved you.

You limp the car back home, Tim, your son, asks WTF happend. The cops had been there with your plate, looking for you. You get scared and drive to your friend Marks house. He comes out and examines the damage " huhuh, looks like your fucked Don!" You look at his car and wish this was all just a dream.

You sleep it off, sober up, and turn yourself in. You get out of a DUI, but are still slammed with a **** load of tickets. But thats the last thing on your beer soaked mind. Your car? The damage, 10,000 dollars of goodness, thank god for full coverage.

All in all, it works out. You learn a valuable lesson, and have a new respect for your car. Your lawyer gets you out of almost everything, and you pay him acordingly

 

So now you want to see some pics? ( never mind my 3 year old self sitting on the lift lol )

Sorry for the low quality, I just scanned them.









Orderd from wrecked to fixed

 

7th picture from the bottom is bob on the left

 

So what did we learn today class?

Glad to hear that you're ok, cars can always be fixed and pieced back together in no time. Sadly, same can't be said for people. So better the car than you or your buddy.

 

The story is about his dad not him

 

Im the fat little kid in the blue....

 

What a fucktard.

-Matt

 

IDK about that car, I think it was cursed or some ****. Right after he traded it in on his vette, the guy that bought it totaled it... It sat down at U-pull-A-Part for a while....

 

Dumbest **** I've ever heard... Is your dad slightly retarded?

He's seriously lucky he didn't kill somebody.

 

Makes me sick to know there are ignorant people out there that do stupid **** like this ...

PURE GENIOUS!!!
Im glad your dad and his buddy are alright man, but geeze you would think your ol' man would have more sence than that.

 

lol, I would never have done any of that, but that was a funny story.

 

Was dumb to drive drunk, but once your drunk and driving, your not a idiot for getting on it, your a idiot for driving drunk. Hes not slightly retarded, as a matter of fact hes got a IQ of 150, and worked at a nucular power plant for 30 years.

Stoping for drinks afterwards was weird, but it saved his ***.

 

IQ means ****. I'm sure mines less then 150 but I'm not a douche bag that drives drunk.

No excuses for driving drunk.

-Matt