HoneyBadger wrote:
What's the difference between Amy Winehouse and my scooter?
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My scooter can make it to 30.
Ouch!! At least I can say, at 30, I won't make it into the 27 club.
The best automotive joke I can remember is one told to me by my slightly crazy driving instructor, 13 years ago:
A man walks into a car showroom, looking for a car. The cars are brand new, full of tech but he just can't afford the £25k they cost. He's shown into the second hand section, but can't afford them either, even the beat up runner out the back door. Exasperated, the salesman asks just how much he can spend, and the buyer sheepishly tells him that he only has £50.
The salesman thinks for a while and says: "Well, there are some leftovers from a project that we had last year that might fit the bill. I'll warn you now that they are not standard cars". He walks him way back behind all the servicing areas to a shed, and opens it to reveal a massive, GM chicken, with a saddle on the back and a radio strapped to it's neck.
He doesn't want to leave empty handed, so he hands over the £50 and is off. Apart from a few squarks, it moves around town fine, so he decides to forget the bus trip home, and goes onto the motorway. The chicken just goes faster and faster on the slip-road, until it's keeping up with the other traffic. Wind in his face, screaming along, it's just fantastic. Then, without warning, he hits a pothole and gets bumped off, bouncing along the tarmac. Amazingly, he is only slightly bruised. The chicken is nowhere to be seen.
Mad that his £50 has disappeared down the road, he calls the dealership and they send out a recovery truck, as they didn't quite understand what had happened. When it arrives, all he can say is:
"My big hen's gone."
David.
P.S. And if you didn't like that, I leave you with this gem from Tim Vine:
Crime in multi-storey car parks: Now that's wrong on so many levels...