Last night was one of those experiences that reminded me of the old days...
Lately i've been doing crazy stuff like rollerblade and *gulp* study!
But yesterday was the creme of the crop.
It kicked off like normal.. i haven't gotten as much study... well more of catch up study even because i've been caught up with work. The remaining time i DO have is spent at TLabs.
We each got considerable amount of work done, at around 1am we decided 8 hours of study was enough and headed back to my house. Chow and i did not like the idea of parting early (as it is the end of our mid semester break) and allan although tired tagged along to whatever we were going to do.
Suggestions were to wake people up or go cruiseys, or they could learn manual in the beat up sprinter and i thought it was a really good idea since i've been weeks since she's been started.
After a few clicks she started bleching out a heap of smoke and chugged her along for about 15 until she was warm. All good and everyone hopped in the beat up sprinter and i drove down to the typical factory area not too far from my house.
It was funny because on the way there i mentioned that despite my best efforts i could not seem to blow the 4A-C engine in my lil toyota. Allan commented it was most likely Chow of all people who would be the one to fuck up engines and we laughed not knowing what was about to unfold.
3 minutes later allan hops in, drives down the street, stalls and the car didn't start again.
First click, we weren't worried... second click we started laughing at the idea the shitbox might not start... after 5 clicks we were far from smiling to the "ooooo dicks!" expession.
After a couple of attempts at roll starting and my frustrations of kicking my front quarter panel we all realised we had to make it back to my house, grab a car and head to chows to get jumper leads. Mind you, this was 3am!
After i put the hoody over my head thinking i was Rocky, we started jogging back. About 200 metres or so you could hear chow crying "Ohhh i feel the burns!!! I'm serious guys!!"
Allan and i kept jogging.
400 metres into it chow yelled "WALK! WAAAAALK YOU C*#TS!!!"
Allan and i kept jogging.
Another 100 metres and i could'nt even see Chow behind us anymore.
We got back and i collapse lying on my back in the middle of the road and i could hear chow slowly pacing it throwing a few cursed profanities for good measure.
We grabbed the jumper leads, got back to the sprinter and it started, but now it kept stalling in neutral and i knew of a quick fix was to adjust the carby intake which could increase the revs.
Problem was it was dark and my mobile didn't have enough light.
Ok, chow managed to drive the sprinter back to my place which is cool. About to head home when i said "hey, wanna go wash cars?"
This was 4:30 am.
And we did!!!!
Here's a few snapshots from the night. Enjoy :)
"walk! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALK~!" hahahahah i can still hear him, or it could be the fact that he's at the front door. Until next time, happy cruiseys.
-Jay
