Would you buy a used Probe from this man?
Went to a job yesterday, and saw, parked in the lot, my old 90 Probe. The guy I’d sold it to was working in the plant there, and it was nice to see him, and catch up.
The probe was the only car I ever bought brand spanking new. Loved that car. First car I ever had that had power windows. Well, functional power windows. And a sunroof. It was a treat to own and drive. A GT, intercooled turbo, BIG trunk (used to go camping, sleep in the trunk with the backseat folded down)
Anyway, it brought back a memory of the probe at an early age. Partner and I were headed back from a local bar called McTavern’s. (Yes, it HAD been a McDonalds, and was turned into a bar).Anyway, I’d spent the evening grazing from the bar’s veggie buffet, lots of fresh broccoli and shit like that.
As we left I started breaking wind like a horse on wild oats. And the broccoli smell was bad, bad bad.
So about a mile down the road, cold winter night in 1991, I ripped one, and locked the power windows.
Partner got out. I was doing about thirty and he just opened the door and got out. I saw him in my rearview rolling down the road
I pulled over and retrieved him, shirt a little dirty but not much the worse for wear, and we went back to his place, where I crashed on the couch for the night. Polluting the air of his apartment in ways best left undescribed.
I love that trick. I haven’t had a vehicle without power windows since, just because of that.
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Did it once just jacking around as a kid. The result was lots o’ roadrash. I could probably see bailing out for your broccoli gas.
You should be proud.
I have no sense of smell. None.
Driving down the road with a carload of buddies one hot summer night, we come upon a poor skunk who has been hit by a car. He’s dead, and it just stiiiinks.
I lock the windows down, hit the door locks, and stopped the car RIGHT OVER THE CORPSE.
Yes, I am a sick bastard. And I like it…
Navy guy told me a story. He’d flown his wife into Rome for vacation when he was mid way through a med cruise, and they’d been humping like bunnies in a hotel. Thay went out to eat and were walking down a sidewalk when she saw a Probe drive by. She said “Nice probe”, and he replied “Thank you”.
I think I’ve been to McTavern’s (though I don’t remember it WELL). Was that the one across from The Wheel?
Yep, that’s the place, Freddie.
I don’t think Jay G should be telling Og that he has no sense of smell. Sounds like a challenge to Og to disprove it… could get dangerous for the rest of the world :)
Interesting… I worked at The Wheel as a hostess and waitress for about 3 years, usually evenings and midnight shifts. It would get pretty interesting in there after the bars closed. Ever stop in there for breakfast after a night of drinking?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You win the made-James-spit-out-his-beer award. That doesn’t happen very often. Hilarious.
You’ll love that trick until you’re cleaning up the puke all over the inside of your car.
(And I think a passenger subjected to deliberate locking of the windows to prevent ventilation is utterly justified in refusing to clean up the puke; possibly the only time such a refusal is so justified.)
LOL! As if puke was the worst thing I ever had to clean out of a car.
All my windows are hand-crank, I hate electrics.