tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post6497283234680803454..comments2024-01-05T06:16:49.932+00:00Comments on Expat Mum: Worst Car StoriesExpat mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-75198435189711750062014-04-10T20:33:08.560+01:002014-04-10T20:33:08.560+01:00LOL'ing at all these hilarious car stories. At...LOL'ing at all these hilarious car stories. At least I'm not the only one!Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-36898547961669564352014-04-09T21:55:19.305+01:002014-04-09T21:55:19.305+01:00Those are impressive car stories. If I can top the...Those are impressive car stories. If I can top them, I'll be writing a post of my own.Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-16263946677273131672014-04-09T16:13:21.251+01:002014-04-09T16:13:21.251+01:00I remember hitch-hiking to Monaco. We got a ride ...I remember hitch-hiking to Monaco. We got a ride with a teenage German couple. Nobody had any money and the car got perilously low on fuel. So they decided to switch off the engine and freewheel down the series of hair pin curves that occur regularly as you work your way down the mountain road to Monte Carlo (the same road that Grace Kelly skidded off and died). That was, urm, interesting.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04125096218951977368noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-69451350148172725192014-04-08T10:37:07.940+01:002014-04-08T10:37:07.940+01:00AFter years of 'normal' cars I've sudd...AFter years of 'normal' cars I've suddenly discovered VW campervans. Adventures are now peppered with stays on the motorway hard shoulder, cooling down engines at service stations or scouring the local garages for various parts that may have fallen off en route. I'm sure in years to come my kids will be writing blog posts just like this one, hopefully just as nostalgically too!Single With Kidshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14195821973893984048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-32253390979679611032014-04-07T15:26:10.586+01:002014-04-07T15:26:10.586+01:00Blimey - I can't beat any of your stories!! L...Blimey - I can't beat any of your stories!! Lx Family Affairshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18114468044216094028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-18477587308414176892014-04-07T13:53:25.490+01:002014-04-07T13:53:25.490+01:00Your early car escapades made interesting reading ...Your early car escapades made interesting reading and made me smile.<br /><br />I also had a driver flick a burning ember from his cigarette on my foot and it melted my tights and had me shouting obscenities that went completely unnoticed by the offending driver.<br /><br />I used to love those Renault 5 cars!<br /><br />I once drove a Lambretta motor scooter( while learning to drive it) straight into the wall of my dad's front garden and took his ornamental gate off its hinges. I just jumped astride the scooter while it went chugging on grinding into the wall! Was not the favourite teenager in the house at that time.<br />Maggie x<br /><br /><a href="http://granniemay.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Nuts in May</a> Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06183886005936250976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-10451810772404548052014-04-07T10:37:14.277+01:002014-04-07T10:37:14.277+01:00Wow, you've got some good stories there! Being...Wow, you've got some good stories there! Being broke most of my 20s I didn't have a car but borrowed my parents car for a while with no major mishaps (got stuck in a snowdrift once, but managed to shovel myself out), then was given an old banger by in-laws, which worked well enough until husband took it with him when we split. My most exciting stories have happened with my newest car, a brand new car in which firstly OH put the wrong fuel in (yep) but fortunately didn't drive it far enough to do any damage and then a brake sensor came loose and wrapped itself around the wheel and all kinds of lights and warning bells went off but as it was just a sensor there was no real worry. Course, I only knew there was nothing to worry about after sitting for 4 hours waiting for repair man.Michellouihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16841678308675092702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-34526462203912825242014-04-07T08:11:05.928+01:002014-04-07T08:11:05.928+01:00The Renault mention reminds me of the time back in...The Renault mention reminds me of the time back in grad school when I was in a friend's car(an elderly Renault) in the rain and the windshield/screen started to fog up. As we pulled up to a red light, my friend turned over her shoulder and said to me (in the back seat) 'hand me the defroster, would you?' It took me a bit to figure out she was talking about an old tea towel lying on the floor in front of me. MsCarolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03623997911568143459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-57544220494229141952014-04-07T06:33:07.850+01:002014-04-07T06:33:07.850+01:00Bad car stories...so many to chose from that I thi...Bad car stories...so many to chose from that I think I'll pass and speculate, instead, on what will pass for a "bad car story" to the current generation: "I was on my way to the mall, which was nearly 20 miles away, when my SatNav went blank and the flat-screen monitor on the dashboard informed me that 2 of my 4 on-board cameras were faulty. Nightmare!"<br /><br />But I did once have a Chevy Nova where the windshield wipers didn't work so I tied a cord to them and looped it through the car so that, when it rained, I could yank the cord to make them go back and forth.MikeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01530099708429116393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-51449558087264049502014-04-07T04:44:07.097+01:002014-04-07T04:44:07.097+01:00Our first car in UK had no handbrake so we would p...Our first car in UK had no handbrake so we would park in gear and, if on a hill or steep road, just leave a brick (which we kept in the back) under the rear (or front wheels, depending on direction)as a safeguard. Only the driver side door worked so we both exited from that side and on match days other half squeezed into tight spots in back streets in town and exited via the windows when necessary. :DClippy Mathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15922234265229327474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327382592404863779.post-68123438789053837692014-04-07T00:06:44.219+01:002014-04-07T00:06:44.219+01:00My first car was an ancient Chevrolet of some sort...My first car was an ancient Chevrolet of some sort and I had many misadventures in that thing. But the thing that stands out in my mind, is the time I had my (very) pregnant (with twins) friend in the car and we were going somewhere (who can remember after all these years) but we couldn't get the passenger door open to save our lives. And she was too big to crawl out the driver's side. Eventually, we gave up and drove to her parents house and her dad was finally able to free her.<br /><br />The cigarette to the scalp? That is one for the record books! Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.com