A tale about Rolo,
The Stickerbombed Polo
Went on a trip for some blog promo.
I was invited by a friend,
Who was driven around the bend,
And later wished he didn't attend.
20 miles away,
The exhaust started to fray.
Which was a great start to the day.
Poor Rolo's engine note was dire,
As it sounded like a Spitfire,
Not to mention it was as loud as a town crier.
140 miles later,
The journey home I had to cater,
and the problem grew much greater.
Sparks ablaze,
Town folk caught a gaze,
These were certainly the best days...
The Autosport International Show, held at the NEC (National Exhibition Centre) in Birmingham, West Midlands marked the first event of 2015 and coincided with my pledge to visit more, be more and do more over the year.
It was a thrilling affair; the show content was all about drifting, racing, and very attractive show ladies all doing their bit to thrill young lads and their loins as they collected second-rate goody bags of paper and pens as well as looking around the inevitable cheap tat that most fayre's display.
HOWEVER. What made this a show of comedy gold was the following news flash:
'Stickerbombed VW Polo Hits More Trouble'
My exhaust went full retard and fell off the car, thus sounding like an absolute TANK in front of hundreds of people who assumed I was just another chav with Monster Energy stickers on a car.
I got some classic VW related photo's of the event, however I felt too embarrassed to capture an image of my ailing car.
Not to mention it was as loud as a town crier.
140 miles later,
The journey home I had to cater,
and the problem grew much greater.
Sparks ablaze,
Town folk caught a gaze,
These were certainly the best days...
The Autosport International Show, held at the NEC (National Exhibition Centre) in Birmingham, West Midlands marked the first event of 2015 and coincided with my pledge to visit more, be more and do more over the year.
It was a thrilling affair; the show content was all about drifting, racing, and very attractive show ladies all doing their bit to thrill young lads and their loins as they collected second-rate goody bags of paper and pens as well as looking around the inevitable cheap tat that most fayre's display.
HOWEVER. What made this a show of comedy gold was the following news flash:
'Stickerbombed VW Polo Hits More Trouble'
My exhaust went full retard and fell off the car, thus sounding like an absolute TANK in front of hundreds of people who assumed I was just another chav with Monster Energy stickers on a car.
I got some classic VW related photo's of the event, however I felt too embarrassed to capture an image of my ailing car.
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