All I can say is the metal toe caps on my riding boots make a lot of damage if you think im invisible on my XR. And Ron your avatar would scare me in Western Sydney :eek:
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All I can say is the metal toe caps on my riding boots make a lot of damage if you think im invisible on my XR. And Ron your avatar would scare me in Western Sydney :eek:
What my mum used to do when there were no disabled parking spots was have us kids check the cars for stickers. She would then park across the back of the non stickerd vehicles and we would go shopping. On return if the offending owner was there and rude in any way she would crash the wheelchair into their car and go back into the shops. Comback an hour later and see how sorry they were then.:D:D Used to make us kids laugh. We also had some very abusive stickers to place on their windscreens.
I agree with the disabled parking issue. Once in Kalgoorlie in the mid 80s there was a mini that kept parking in a disabled parking bay and basically told everyone to naff off if they challenged him. One morning we decided to make this clown take notice so about 4 of us picked up his mini a bit at a time and turned it around so he was parked sideways in between two cars and could not get out. Needless to say the two cars were 4x4s one my cousins Toyota Troopie and one my Dads Toyota FJ55 that I was driving.:angel: Needless to say we left the cars there for several hours and this idiot must have walked home because it was still there that night.
There are some wanky disabled entitlements though, there have been plenty of times when people have stickers but still have full mobility. These parks should be left for people with limited mobility and then there should be 4 or 5 parks the other side for people with young children/prams. I do not mind walking an extra 50 meteres. Usually I park as far away as possible in a shopping centre to avoid the idiots anyway.
I do remember kicking the door of a car that moved over and pushed me intot he gutter. She (driver) was chatting to her passenger and didn't see me even when I was kicking the door.
Re avatar, pic taken when I was working in Saudi Arabia. We lived in a compound from which Arabs were banned. I dressed up and then knocked on the door of a friend. His daughter answered the door - and screamed.
Ron
I witnessed this about 8 years ago in Vulture St. Wooloongabba. Where Vulture and the SE freeway merge, alot of Freeway traffic has to cut across to turn left into main st. and a lot of Vulture St. traffic has to cut across to turn right. A Yellow cab, no blinkers, just cut across a very narrow gap in front o f a small Jappyute which blew and flashed at him. Thge cabbie gave the finger out the window and stopped at the red light. A man mountain unfolded himself in layers from the ute, a bloody monster, probably 2m and 120kgs, went up to the cab, grabbed & held the cabbie by the ear while he pulled the keys from the ignition and threw them into the garden beds at the govt. buildings on the corner, got back in the ute and drove around the stalled cab. I did not get a good look at the cabbie but yellows are usually driven by obese middle aged men, invalid pensioners, dole cheats, and illegal immigrants.
Dog **** door handles is my favourite catches people every time and makes me laugh ...
Method take a pastic bag put hand inside to use as glove find a dog turd pick it up smear under said door handels of car i do em all remove bag and dispose sit back n watch ive seen blokes chunder once they work out what is on there hand verry verry funny ..
Even somtimes ive seen em clean up then go for the pass side and cop it there to some people r just plain dumb :D:D:D:D
A bit of PVC drain pipe that a tennis ball fits into with a chamber at one end that you spray deodarant/hairspray and ignite with an elctronic Piezo gas ring lighter, tennis balls tend to disinergrate at Mach 1 though, a smaller diameter tube to suit a golf ball is the go, never ever rcovered a golf ball though, Regards Frank.