Mrs. Turbo is driving the Merc and we get to the A5, she comes flying past me so I take chase.
I come to round-a-bout and negotiate it with caution whilst watching my Merc rear lights(Oh they look so sexy) fucking off in the distance!
Anyway, get off the magic nice and slowly...wait until LuZipher is pointing in a straight line and then push the gas about half way down. Not alot happening at this point, road is more than saturated but then all hell breaks loose!
Car hesitates while the blowers spin up, then off we go at warp speed in a split second. Then it goes a tad Del Monte pear shaped to say the fucking least.
Nevermind fish tail...more like Blue whale tailing then I lose all control and Satan decides he wants to send me sideways off road, into a verge and some polite bushes and fencing decide to end the torment by stopping me dead!
FUCK ME!!! Never in my life, in all my time driving Turbo motors have I ever, ever lost it like that before!
So I grab the mobile, ring the Mrs. and tell her in an emotional tone that "I've stacked it!"...blah blah and lots of "you stupid fucking wanker..." etc. ensue down the phone.
Five or six cars all pull up and stop, I can't get out of the drivers side due to the inconvenience of the bushes. So I scramble out the passenger side into about a foot of muddy verge.
Staring in disbelief at my car grounded and bush whacked!
Guy in a Fiat Estate stops and gets out asking if I'm OK? Yep, I'm fine but trust me when I say that at the point I hit the verge I was travelling at enough speed to honestly believe I was going to roll.
Anyway, Mrs. Turbo arrives and proceeds to announce using the 'F' word that I've just spent mega bucks getting it back on the road then realises that a small boy is hiding behind me! She apologises and then would you believe that a good samaritan arrives in...a Corsa with his girlfriend! Bless him.
Guy in the Fiat attatches a rope and poor Corsa lad gets his feet muddy pushing me out.
Then the miracle happens, we five or so stand in utter amazement that there is no major damage to the entire drivers side. Just a nice mud pack and a shit load of foliage and twigs covering me car.
So off I go after much thanking of both guys in Fiat and Corsa for helping me out of this shit hole of a mess.
Anyway, get home, car is driving fine but on closer inspection have damaged the drivers side sill which I'm preying isn't a major! But also the grounding has done some on the passenger side too! FUCK SAKE!!!
So will be up to Johnnies on Sunday and hopefully get some opinions on how bad it really is!
So what is the lesson? I will be arriving at Tesco car park in Holyhead bright and early tomorrow to configure my TC which is fully installed but not active. If it had been that sodding monstrosity of a "I've lost it big time!" wouldn't have happened!
...Timothy Turbo!
You'll never believe this but...
Stacked me Z on the way home tonight! Gutted!
Mrs. Turbo is driving the Merc and we get to the A5, she comes flying past me so I take chase.
I come to round-a-bout and negotiate it with caution whilst watching my Merc rear lights(Oh they look so sexy) fucking off in the distance!
Anyway, get off the magic nice and slowly...wait until LuZipher is pointing in a straight line and then push the gas about half way down. Not alot happening at this point, road is more than saturated but then all hell breaks loose!
Car hesitates while the blowers spin up, then off we go at warp speed in a split second. Then it goes a tad Del Monte pear shaped to say the fucking least.
Nevermind fish tail...more like Blue whale tailing then I lose all control and Satan decides he wants to send me sideways off road, into a verge and some polite bushes and fencing decide to end the torment by stopping me dead!
FUCK ME!!! Never in my life, in all my time driving Turbo motors have I ever, ever lost it like that before!
So I grab the mobile, ring the Mrs. and tell her in an emotional tone that "I've stacked it!"...blah blah and lots of "you stupid fucking wanker..." etc. ensue down the phone.
Five or six cars all pull up and stop, I can't get out of the drivers side due to the inconvenience of the bushes. So I scramble out the passenger side into about a foot of muddy verge.
Staring in disbelief at my car grounded and bush whacked!
Guy in a Fiat Estate stops and gets out asking if I'm OK? Yep, I'm fine but trust me when I say that at the point I hit the verge I was travelling at enough speed to honestly believe I was going to roll.
Anyway, Mrs. Turbo arrives and proceeds to announce using the 'F' word that I've just spent mega bucks getting it back on the road then realises that a small boy is hiding behind me! She apologises and then would you believe that a good samaritan arrives in...a Corsa with his girlfriend! Bless him.
Guy in the Fiat attatches a rope and poor Corsa lad gets his feet muddy pushing me out.
Then the miracle happens, we five or so stand in utter amazement that there is no major damage to the entire drivers side. Just a nice mud pack and a shit load of foliage and twigs covering me car.
So off I go after much thanking of both guys in Fiat and Corsa for helping me out of this shit hole of a mess.
Anyway, get home, car is driving fine but on closer inspection have damaged the drivers side sill which I'm preying isn't a major! But also the grounding has done some on the passenger side too! FUCK SAKE!!!
So will be up to Johnnies on Sunday and hopefully get some opinions on how bad it really is!
So what is the lesson? I will be arriving at Tesco car park in Holyhead bright and early tomorrow to configure my TC which is fully installed but not active. If it had been that sodding monstrosity of a "I've lost it big time!" wouldn't have happened!