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I give up. Pei's siding with Adrian, so I guess it's just me. I'm going to fuck off for a day or two and see if I can see the light because obviously there's something i'm missing in all of this. Unfortunately, I have nowhere to fuck off to so apologies in advance if i come across as quiet and moody for the next couple of days - I'm usually that way when i'm pensive about something i don't agree with.
In my previous post I ranted about Adrian's broken promises etc and in hindsight I can see myself as acting like a spoiled brat who can't get his way. After all, as things stand it's not my car yet as i've currently not paid anything towards it. Adrian is therefore under no obligation to sell it to anyone - he can keep it for himself if he fancies it. I've understood that all along, and looking back at my previous rant I realised i've not written what I actually mean.
What's hurtful isn't the fact that Adrian's not giving it to me. It's all the false hope and broken promises that came before it. He phoned me up whilst I was in Cardiff and offered to buy me it. He even offered to repair whatever needed repairing if i reimburse him later on. He kept asking me if i wanted to go ahead with the sale etc. He even phoned me up at 8am this morning asking if i wanted to go with him to collect the Porsche today since he knew I hadn't seen it and wanted to go have a look. Then he turns around half way through the day, saying things like 'you'll kill yourself in it' and 'save your breath; I'll probably give it to your mum' and so on. He'll never know how hurtful that felt. It was a bit like... well, a bit like a bloke promising you the opportunity to buy a dream car for not much money, and then saying 'forget it, i changed my mind' afterwards.
It also hurt because he did all that whilst at the same time is practically giving away a stylish car to my brother who hasn't even paid back Adrian for the Pajero (which was also given to him by Adrian). Sure, Alex is ultimately paying for both the car and the Pajero, but his track record says that all he'll do is give it back all smashed up. Then Adrian has the balls to say that he wants to see some responsibility from me before he even deigns to think about selling me the 924. Sorry Ade, but I think not putting a foot wrong in my life, keeping my car on the road and crash-free, paying for my own insurance and other bills AND searching for my own fucking job instead of having one handed to me by my family shows i'm FUCKING MORE RESPONSIBLE than a kid who's been GIVEN a Pajero (and promptly smashed it up) and has his insurance paid for by his parents and has had his career and lifestyle spoonfed to him by his family. And what's he given you in return? A half-hearted attitude to work, major trouble with the police and a promise for reimbursement when his inheritance comes through. Sorry i'm not a high-flying businessman yet and i'm sorry i've not been perfect (or anywhere near), but how can you have the fucking balls to say you want to see more responsibility from me when you've spoonfed the most irrisponsible one here!?
Oh, and as for the 'you'll fucking kill yourself in it' remark you made about me in the 924? You can fuck off - I've spent nearly 3 years on the road without a single point on my license OR a single accident (which by the way seems to be a fucking miracle given today's young drivers) whilst you were irresponsible enough to drive off angrily in your Porsche 944 after an immature argument with Mum and promptly stuffed the car into a hedge. In that respect, i'm a lot more responsible than YOU are, especially since you've also been known to drive under the influence as well. I won't drive if i've had a single drop. So how dare you make those remarks just because i'm half your age. There are some really ignorant and arrogant people in Hay on Wye, but take a look in the mirror before you next mouth off about them!
What's hurtful isn't the fact that Adrian's not giving it to me. It's all the false hope and broken promises that came before it. He phoned me up whilst I was in Cardiff and offered to buy me it. He even offered to repair whatever needed repairing if i reimburse him later on. He kept asking me if i wanted to go ahead with the sale etc. He even phoned me up at 8am this morning asking if i wanted to go with him to collect the Porsche today since he knew I hadn't seen it and wanted to go have a look. Then he turns around half way through the day, saying things like 'you'll kill yourself in it' and 'save your breath; I'll probably give it to your mum' and so on. He'll never know how hurtful that felt. It was a bit like... well, a bit like a bloke promising you the opportunity to buy a dream car for not much money, and then saying 'forget it, i changed my mind' afterwards.
It also hurt because he did all that whilst at the same time is practically giving away a stylish car to my brother who hasn't even paid back Adrian for the Pajero (which was also given to him by Adrian). Sure, Alex is ultimately paying for both the car and the Pajero, but his track record says that all he'll do is give it back all smashed up. Then Adrian has the balls to say that he wants to see some responsibility from me before he even deigns to think about selling me the 924. Sorry Ade, but I think not putting a foot wrong in my life, keeping my car on the road and crash-free, paying for my own insurance and other bills AND searching for my own fucking job instead of having one handed to me by my family shows i'm FUCKING MORE RESPONSIBLE than a kid who's been GIVEN a Pajero (and promptly smashed it up) and has his insurance paid for by his parents and has had his career and lifestyle spoonfed to him by his family. And what's he given you in return? A half-hearted attitude to work, major trouble with the police and a promise for reimbursement when his inheritance comes through. Sorry i'm not a high-flying businessman yet and i'm sorry i've not been perfect (or anywhere near), but how can you have the fucking balls to say you want to see more responsibility from me when you've spoonfed the most irrisponsible one here!?
Oh, and as for the 'you'll fucking kill yourself in it' remark you made about me in the 924? You can fuck off - I've spent nearly 3 years on the road without a single point on my license OR a single accident (which by the way seems to be a fucking miracle given today's young drivers) whilst you were irresponsible enough to drive off angrily in your Porsche 944 after an immature argument with Mum and promptly stuffed the car into a hedge. In that respect, i'm a lot more responsible than YOU are, especially since you've also been known to drive under the influence as well. I won't drive if i've had a single drop. So how dare you make those remarks just because i'm half your age. There are some really ignorant and arrogant people in Hay on Wye, but take a look in the mirror before you next mouth off about them!
Adrian, Cozzie and I went to pick up the Porsche 924 Turbo today. I had previously thought that the car had some bodywork issues and needed a fuel pump change because it had been left standing for so long. As it happens, the bodywork is immaculate - just needs re-lacquering on the top where the UV sunlight has faded it away, and a full interior overhaul (because the seats are worn, there's no carpet in the footwell, the steering wheel is MOULDY, as is the gearstick, and it needs a stereo/CD player too. But the boot is immaculate, with thick, clean carpet and not a single trace of any junk at all). We fitted a brand new battery and it started up first time. Revved it high for a while to force the fuel through the cylinders and get some use out of it and it was sorted. The best bit is the engine - in the last couple of years it's had a complete engine overhaul and as a result the car has only done 26,000 miles. That means it's still got over 100,000 miles worth of life in it, if not more if i take good care of it! Adrian drove it home. When he drove it out of the thick foliage that it was sat in, I got in and had a look inside, and thought 'great, i'll reimburse Adrian and have it off his hands!'. I told Adrian, and he scoffed, saying 'Hah. You've got other things to worry about'.
Erm, yes. I have other things on my plate too. Who doesn't? For the sake of 400 fucking quid, i'm pretty sure i'm capable of getting the car. I can even overhaul the interior myself too - a couple of hundred quid and a day at Halfords and I can get the car some new carpets, a new steering wheel, a new gear lever, a new stereo, and new seats. That's all it needs inside. The car also has a turbo issue - something which can be resolved overnight at a garage. Give me a week and that car will be in perfect running condition.
But that wasn't all. Adrian drove it back to the workshop whilst Cozzie and I tailed him to make sure he was alright (for example, if his brakes lock up (as they do on old cars that have been stood a while, we can drag him out of the hedge!) We sat down and read the driver's manual. We found out that it's top speed is nearly 150mph. I said I would be careful in it, and Adrian responded saying 'you'll fucking kill yourself in it'. Furthermore, we also found out that despite it being a powerful 2.5L injection turbo Porsche, it can run all day at 75mph and still return 32 miles per gallon! And even better, at 56mph it will return OVER FORTY MILES PER GALLON! At that point, i told Ade I was 'definitely' having the car, to which Adrian responded with 'Save your breath; your mum's probably having it. It's a rare car and it'll be a nice addition to the collection'
Now that fucking hurt that did. Mum and Adrian got me all excited when they said they found a 924 Turbo that I can use for 'arrive and drive' races in Donington and Silverstone, then Adrian turns around and changes his mind. Why get my fucking hopes up if he's never going to let me even sit in it!? I fucking hate him sometimes. It's ironic that the ONE thing he cannot stand is lies, and yet time and again he's proven he's little more than a fucking brazen LIAR.
fine. That's ok. I'll stick with my shitty Peugeot and work my way up to a car that'll really hurt his feelings - an F355. That's his ultimate dream car. I can pick one up in mint condition for 15-20k. Or I can get a replica for 10k. That's still a lot of money but for the sake of giving him a taste of his own medicine i'll be happy to wait a few years.
Erm, yes. I have other things on my plate too. Who doesn't? For the sake of 400 fucking quid, i'm pretty sure i'm capable of getting the car. I can even overhaul the interior myself too - a couple of hundred quid and a day at Halfords and I can get the car some new carpets, a new steering wheel, a new gear lever, a new stereo, and new seats. That's all it needs inside. The car also has a turbo issue - something which can be resolved overnight at a garage. Give me a week and that car will be in perfect running condition.
But that wasn't all. Adrian drove it back to the workshop whilst Cozzie and I tailed him to make sure he was alright (for example, if his brakes lock up (as they do on old cars that have been stood a while, we can drag him out of the hedge!) We sat down and read the driver's manual. We found out that it's top speed is nearly 150mph. I said I would be careful in it, and Adrian responded saying 'you'll fucking kill yourself in it'. Furthermore, we also found out that despite it being a powerful 2.5L injection turbo Porsche, it can run all day at 75mph and still return 32 miles per gallon! And even better, at 56mph it will return OVER FORTY MILES PER GALLON! At that point, i told Ade I was 'definitely' having the car, to which Adrian responded with 'Save your breath; your mum's probably having it. It's a rare car and it'll be a nice addition to the collection'
Now that fucking hurt that did. Mum and Adrian got me all excited when they said they found a 924 Turbo that I can use for 'arrive and drive' races in Donington and Silverstone, then Adrian turns around and changes his mind. Why get my fucking hopes up if he's never going to let me even sit in it!? I fucking hate him sometimes. It's ironic that the ONE thing he cannot stand is lies, and yet time and again he's proven he's little more than a fucking brazen LIAR.
fine. That's ok. I'll stick with my shitty Peugeot and work my way up to a car that'll really hurt his feelings - an F355. That's his ultimate dream car. I can pick one up in mint condition for 15-20k. Or I can get a replica for 10k. That's still a lot of money but for the sake of giving him a taste of his own medicine i'll be happy to wait a few years.
/paint-line-part-five/Adrian took me to a meetup at a pub in Hereford. It was a club for American muscle car enthusiasts who supposedly have links to tracks and circuits like Castle Combe, Donington, Silverstone etc. Turns out it was just a club (called the AAC) for enthusiasts, BUT:
1. There was a bloke there with a perfectly restored Plymouth Firebird. One of the all time american legends. And it's his girlfriend's car. Yep, his girlfriend did all the restoration, all the work, paid for it all, bought everything, the lot. That's one stereotype blown into the weeds then!
2. There was one bloke lecturing me on the best way to go about buying a Mustang, and was being quite condescending because he was twice my age. I then later found out that he was trying to work out why his Mustang wasn't stopping well, and it turned out he had no rear brakes. I told him that old cars brake with all four brakes whilst new cars only use the rear brakes for the handbrake, and the Mustang doesn't stop well at the best of times, so he essentially only had half the braking power in a car notorious for having shit brakes. Still, he told me he'd let me drive it if i come next time (granted this time around I had drank a couple of pints of lager so I wasn't safe to drive) so he's alright.
Adrian reckons he could get me a good Mustang for £2k. I told him that was bull. So as things stand, we have a deal set: If he can find and buy me said Mustang, i'd reimburse him. He laughed when I said i'd reimburse him, but i countered saying that by the time he's been able to find a good Mustang for £2k, i'd have that money saved up.
I was a bit disappointed tonight. The Shelby Mustang is one my most favourite cars. It's an automotive legend. And yet I saw two classic Mustang GT390s tonight and they just didn't seem to be that impressive. They just looked like classic american cars, like someone with an old 1960's Ferrari or a really old Porsche 911. They weren't cars that sat there wowing me with their presence. In fact, the car that wowed me the most was the Corvette ZR1, and that only wowed me because it's one of the fastest American cars in history. So i'm not sure i'd be so willing to go through all the effort and expense of buying and maintaining a Mustang. Better to do what Adrian's done: Buy a classic Porsche 928-S supercar, because at the end of the day, it's that sort of car that will wow everyone even when stood still, and yet will dust every car in sight on the roads when the mood takes you. The Mustang wouldn't do the latter unless you tuned it through the bloody roof.
So all in all, it wasn't what I expected but i'd definitely go again next time.
1. There was a bloke there with a perfectly restored Plymouth Firebird. One of the all time american legends. And it's his girlfriend's car. Yep, his girlfriend did all the restoration, all the work, paid for it all, bought everything, the lot. That's one stereotype blown into the weeds then!
2. There was one bloke lecturing me on the best way to go about buying a Mustang, and was being quite condescending because he was twice my age. I then later found out that he was trying to work out why his Mustang wasn't stopping well, and it turned out he had no rear brakes. I told him that old cars brake with all four brakes whilst new cars only use the rear brakes for the handbrake, and the Mustang doesn't stop well at the best of times, so he essentially only had half the braking power in a car notorious for having shit brakes. Still, he told me he'd let me drive it if i come next time (granted this time around I had drank a couple of pints of lager so I wasn't safe to drive) so he's alright.
Adrian reckons he could get me a good Mustang for £2k. I told him that was bull. So as things stand, we have a deal set: If he can find and buy me said Mustang, i'd reimburse him. He laughed when I said i'd reimburse him, but i countered saying that by the time he's been able to find a good Mustang for £2k, i'd have that money saved up.
I was a bit disappointed tonight. The Shelby Mustang is one my most favourite cars. It's an automotive legend. And yet I saw two classic Mustang GT390s tonight and they just didn't seem to be that impressive. They just looked like classic american cars, like someone with an old 1960's Ferrari or a really old Porsche 911. They weren't cars that sat there wowing me with their presence. In fact, the car that wowed me the most was the Corvette ZR1, and that only wowed me because it's one of the fastest American cars in history. So i'm not sure i'd be so willing to go through all the effort and expense of buying and maintaining a Mustang. Better to do what Adrian's done: Buy a classic Porsche 928-S supercar, because at the end of the day, it's that sort of car that will wow everyone even when stood still, and yet will dust every car in sight on the roads when the mood takes you. The Mustang wouldn't do the latter unless you tuned it through the bloody roof.
So all in all, it wasn't what I expected but i'd definitely go again next time.
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