Skip to comments.How Old People Park Their Car....
Posted on 12/15/2013 7:28:49 AM PST by Doogle
Don't worry this old guy has it covered...enjoy "I'll park it for ya"
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As I learned, these are funny....until it’s your own father driving into the laundromat.
I laugh now...but that day and the few days later in the media were embarrassing.
Impressive, I know the driver uses the parking brake but that’s still a LOT of rear rotation for a pretty low speed.
Do they pump up the rear tires to 100 psi?
*schruggs*..dunno. It’s suppose to be random drivers (owners)
Heh. I can do that.
(Always get the rental insurance.)
Reminds me of Candid Camera.
The funniest one I saw was in black and white, probably one of the first episodes. A small mailbox on a pole was ‘talking’ to an older man, asking if the postman was nearby. He talked back and would flag people down and say, “This mailbox is talking to me!” and people would look at him funny and sidle away.
noticed that too.....
..that was a gold mine
Saw an old guy pull up to a gas pump in a ‘61 Cadillac: “filler her up!”
Attendant: “could you please back up a few feet?” The old man put the car in reverse, stomps on the gas pedal, burns rubber in a large arc out the gas station entrance, on to the highway, back in to another entrance, and finally smashes into the pump, backwards, at 30mph, leaving a great ring of thick white smoke. The attendants put out the ensuing fire and call the police.
Police: “may I see your license sir?” The old man hands the cop his license. The cop reads the license, and then, looking at the old man, tares it up.
The funniest part of the episode was the deadpan stance of the attendant. He didn’t move a muscle or change expression during the old man’s excursion. It was like everything was perfectly normal. Ho hum.
What so special, doesn’t everyone do it this way.. Geeez, this new generation.. :)
Down here in Louisiana we’ve been doing that for years. It starts off with a few beers and a “Hey y’all, watch this!”
I had a rent house for sale and a cleaning lady and I were there doing last minute touches and we left for a bit. When we came back, I could see something was wrong but my mind couldn’t take it in. There were people standing in the yard and police were there. I finally realized there was an enormous hole in the house.
Stunned, I went to a cop and said that is my house and what happened? He said a car went into the house. They had already removed the car. This house was high above the road and for a car to go UP into the yard, crash though a brick planter, and all the way into a bedroom meant it had to be going really fast. The people who had moved out, had a baby in that room plus the cleaning lady and/or I could have been in that room and smashed when the car went through.
The cop said the two people in the car were okay. As we moved away from the cop, my lady friend said, “Thank goodness the driver and other person in the car were not hurt.” I said, “I don’t care if the driver was killed.” Friend said, “You don’t mean that.” I said to her, “I said I don’t care if she was killed.” Friend said, “Okay.”
My husband was in the hospital with cancer and I was in no mood to be kind to the f...... driver who just rammed through the house after new carpet had been put down and house ready to sell and now I had more hell to go through to get the house fixed.
Thank you for my first lol of the day—that was hysterically funny!
That was GREAT! Thanks!
I looked “Tokyo drift” and “drift racing” up and they apparently use special tires for the sport. They describe them but I really don’t understand the specs.
That was GREAT! Thanks!
I know the pain as I had to take my dads mini van away from him at the age of 80. He was using both sides of it as feelers to get into the garage. I drove it back to Denver and all my friends said you should not drink and drive on a road trip from Calif. It looked like crap but I put 150 K on it before it gave up the ghost.
That happened a few years ago in my neighborhood. I came home one night about 9 or 10 PM, and saw there was a news helicopter hovering with a huge spotlight on something.
Some moron, I’m guessing a drunken moron, had run a stop sign at a “T” intersection, and drove right into the living room of a house.
This story reminds me of when I was a wee lad in the 50’s. There was an old guy in town that we called “Old Man Wright”. Anytime we saw him downtown getting ready to parallel park we had to run over and watch.
He would first back into the car behind him and then ram the car in front of him before settling somewhere in the middle. To us young kids this was hilarious.