Every profession is attractive in some way. A lawyer, a flight attendant, a graphic designer, a taxi driver… All of them have behind them a baggage of various stories and interesting cases. Today's interlocutor of Vistey is the owner of a small auto repair shop, ordinary mechanic. However, he, in addition to routine everyday life, has something to remember.
CONSCIENCE IS CLEAR
Auto mechanic Sergey has been working in Dnipro car services for more than 20 years. He has thousands of repaired cars and grateful customers on his account. A few years ago, a man opened his small auto repair shop. He is an extremely modest person, and agreed to talk to the press only on condition of anonymity.
“Once a guy of about twenty came to the service station,” Sergey said. - The Audi driver had doubts about the reliability of the brakes, and since a trip to Kyiv was coming, he intended to change the disks. The situation would not be different from many others if the manner of communication young man was not, to put it mildly, rude. In an orderly tone, he ordered to quickly install new disks, and could not immediately understand that there was no store at the service station, and the necessary details must be provided. The father, a respectable man of about fifty, who arrived in time in half an hour, helped to figure it out. They brought with their son brake discs. However, when I started work, I realized that it makes no sense to install new ones - it was only necessary to clean and tighten the ones that were. When he returned their discs to customers in a package, his father, not hiding his surprise, said: “But you could take them for yourself and say that you changed them.”
“Over the years, people have developed a stereotype,” notes the source, “that car service employees deceive and steal. I prefer restful sleep. Moreover, he is satisfied with his life, there is enough money for everything necessary. Someone, perhaps, by deceit and sometimes earns more, but I have no end to regular and new clients, and I also receive generous bonuses for conscientious and fast work.
LOVE HAPPENS
Interestingly, Sergey's decency and the trust of clients not only affect his earnings, but also once contributed to the creation of his own family. Ten years ago, late at night, his phone rang mobile phone. In the receiver is the alarmed voice of a girl who once came to do scheduled maintenance of her Volkswagen. She was returning from a business trip, and in the center of Pavlograd came off Tie Rod. Oksana did not like the option of entrusting the car to a local car service. She was offered to leave the car, and herself return to the Dnieper by taxi or check into a hotel. The amount for the repair was called unbearable ...
“I will not dissemble,” Sergey admitted, “I went to save the girl only because I felt sympathy for her. On a guy in a dirty robe, with smeared engine oil with her hands, of course, special attention did not pay. I hoped that suddenly now I was noticed ... I was in Pavlograd already at one o'clock in the morning. Oksana was waiting at the nearest 24-hour cafe. Having secured her car on a trailer carriage, we drove to the Dnieper at low speed. We talked on the road, and it turned out that we have many common interests. She, as for a girl, is well versed in cars, she also likes the work of the Beatles, she loves to have picnics in nature. Then sympathy arose between us, which eventually grew into something more.
ungrateful child
Another story of our interlocutor is about the ingratitude of one of the clients.
“My wife Oksana has a best friend Svetlana. From school they were "do not spill water." Sveta raised her son by herself. With difficulty, Dima saved up for Subaru by the end of the university, he took over the costs of maintaining the car. Somehow, a friend asked Dmitry to do a scheduled maintenance with an unrealistic discount, since his son could not find a job. I did not want to agree, but my wife insisted. I gave a 70% discount, did everything to the highest standard.
And what a surprise it was, - Sergey said bitterly in his voice, - when this "son" on every corner began to tell that I overcharged him, worked for a long time and of poor quality, and was also rude. Unfortunately, Svetlana did not understand the situation and believed the inventions of her child. Their friendship with my wife has deteriorated. And only after a while, when Dima gave the car for maintenance to another service, the truth was revealed to Svetlana. She apologized to my Oksana, and her son found the strength to ask for forgiveness from me.
LADIES DRIVING
There are a lot of curiosities in Sergey's work, many of which are associated with the fair sex. Somehow a girl turned to him with a request to repair the headlights. She said that she planned to arrive early for the exam. She got into the car before dawn, but did not manage to turn on the headlights. She did not dare to drive in the dark, but while she was waiting for sunrise, she fell asleep right at the wheel. The exam was skipped, and there was nothing left to do but go to a car service ...
“I inspected the car and immediately determined the reason for the lack of light,” said the owner of the auto repair shop, “both headlights were roughly torn out of their sockets along with wires. The girl was extremely surprised. She had no idea that this kind of theft existed. And when her friend brought new headlights, she told us a joke: “A blonde arrives in an expensive foreign car. He complains to the car mechanic that the car either twitches or stalls ... I have already traveled a dozen workshops, and everywhere for some reason they even refused to do diagnostics. After another refusal, the blonde herself looked under the hood and found a note: “She, stupid, does not know how to drive. I won't pay. Husband".
EFFECTIVE AWAKENING
Our interlocutor also spoke about funny case that happened to his colleague Semyon five years ago. “It all started with the fact that he had twins. Joy, of course, knew no bounds - noisily celebrated the birth of Diana and Maxim. When the routine and sleepless nights began, Semyon napped during breaks right at work, on a chair. Employees and the boss treated this with understanding, but, of course, they could not encourage this. This did not stop this, and he continued to sleep during lunch, but already in the back seats of the car, which were being repaired. Somehow one of the customers took his BMW ahead of time. But no one knew that the newly-made father was dozing there. But that is not all! At some point, Semyon woke up, and the driver suddenly saw him in the rearview mirror. The owner of the car, of course, was pretty nervous from such a surprise, but he did not complain - after all, he himself has three children ... ".
EKATERINA CHEREDNICHENKO
№ 18993
October 6, 2009
September 10th was a rainy day for me. It started with the fact that refueled 80 instead of 92 - the car does not go. Somehow got to next gas station. I divorced the 96th - I went. I went to a vegetable base to buy 1000 nets - they deceived me by 100 pieces. How could they? I stood by and counted. In the evening I sold potatoes for 11,500. We loaded up and left. I counted the money - 10500. I paid attention to the nets, they lay nearby, counted - there are no more 100. How could they? I stood by and counted. I don't leave the house today.
№ 19133
October 6, 2009
The story of how a girl parked.
Arrived at the parking lot. At a short distance, two Mazda 6s are standing. You can only stand between them. And I'm backwards, from the corner, at night, without rear lights, with a foggy rear window, on crooked ice, without spikes squeezed in there the first time ... Proud of all female drivers, she got out of the car, slammed the door ... She screwed up on the ice between the cars and broke off the passenger mirror on the left Mazda ...
№ 19216
October 6, 2009
We have at work such a wonderful little man Allochka - a blonde, part-time chief accountant. Once she goes with our boss to the production. And in front of the workshop there are gates that, before entering, must be opened, after getting out of the car. And so the boss comes out, goes to open the gate (and Allochka is sitting in the car in the front seat). At this point, the car starts to roll backwards! Alla has a stupor! Shock and panic! The chief flies into the car on the move, presses the brake and asks:
- Allah! Well, you couldn't press the brakes, could you?!
Round eyes:
- I don't have a brake!
Glory to blondes! Hysterics. A curtain.
№ 19223
October 6, 2009
A very beautiful long-legged girl is standing at the crossroads and holding the hand of a boy of about 6 years old. A car drives up, a guy leans out of it and stares at the girl intently. The green light comes on, but the guy still does not go. Looks at the girl. And then the boy loudly says to him: “Go, go! Girl with me!
№ 19231
October 6, 2009
I drive up to the traffic lights. The intersection is T-shaped (i.e. there is a dead end ahead and you can go either left or right). Three lanes: left - to the left, right - to the right, middle - you like it there, you like the court. I get up in the middle, I turn right (it's more convenient). stands in front of me big ford Mondeo latest models. Completely pink. Well, the hedgehog understands that a woman is driving. However, on rear window attached badge "woman driving" (such a decent size). Well, I think why hang a badge if everyone understands that a woman is driving a pink car. The solution turned out to be simple. The traffic light turns green. Ford turns on the right turn signal and ... the car turns left.
Watch out for pink cars!
№ 19233
October 6, 2009
Still, no matter what they say, driving instructors in driving schools are holy people. Learned to drive, somewhere in the beginning practical exercises(I already know how to start and stop!) I’m driving with an instructor around the city (I’m driving, the instructor is nearby), something is clearly not going well with the departure from roundabout, the instructor asks what I don’t understand, I say that I don’t understand why the car is going so fast. Quite calmly, he replies that, in general, if the brake is not pressed, then the car will go fast. When it dawned on me later that I had asked, I was ashamed...
№ 19358
October 6, 2009
In Surgut, a girl, all of herself like that, starts her car and, after warming up, begins to back out, leaving the cramped yard. At that time, another car is warming up in the second row. The girl, not following any rules, backs up and hits this car. He gets out of the car and, remembering that the best defense is an offensive, he starts yelling loudly at the whole yard, accusing the owner of the beaten car of all sins and that he does not know how to drive a car. At the same time, she runs around the battered car and waits for someone to get out of there. But the answer is silence. The whole relish is that there was no one in the cabin - the owner of the car started it and went home. From the outside it was very funny.
Drivers are the best storytellers, excellent advisers and psychologists. On the road, people like to pour out their souls. It is always easy to entrust a secret to a random fellow traveler. During trips, it is not without incidents and funny moments. It turns out that by the end of the working day, the taxi driver accumulates a whole arsenal of funny, sad and instructive stories. Woman`s Day has selected the most interesting stories from drivers.
YOU HAVE A BOY
Taxi driver Alexei Mikhailov says:
I came to order, a pregnant girl sits down to me: “To the maternity hospital on the left bank.” Okay, I'm taking her to the hospital. All of a sudden:
Oooooo!!! I think my water has broken.
And flew! She's screaming:
Everyone, I'm starting to give birth!
I'm shocked what to do. More gas! There is a traffic cop, waving a stick. Gas to the floor, he is behind me. On the Vogresovsky bridge, he starts shouting into the radio: “Slow down, or I will shoot!” I stop, I open the door, I say:
Can you take birth?
He does not understand, back door opens - there the passenger writhes and groans. He instantly:
Come follow me!
He drove with a flasher and a siren in front, I followed him: uuuuu! We arrive, they immediately took her away on a gurney. We sit down with him on the curb:
- Do you smoke?
The two of them synchronously dragged on ... We did it! Twenty minutes later the midwife comes out:
Which one of you is dad?
He immediately looks at me, and what, don’t look at me, I say, I’m married! He then:
Congratulations, you have a boy.
Now the girl and the traffic police inspector live together. Everything is fine with them, I see them sometimes, we are friends with their families.
DONES ON THE SHOULDERS
Taxi driver Alexander Ryabtsev says:
I took a girl from the clinic, weighing a little less than me, and she was only put in a cast in the emergency room, but there were no crutches. And that's how I felt in my heart ... I brought her to the Birch Grove, there are solid five-story houses without elevators. She came out at such a house and is standing. Well, what to do, I had to carry her on my shoulders to the fifth floor.
WELCOME BACK
Peter Ivanovich, head of the convoy, says:
It was the first time I rode yellow taxi". End of summer. I'm standing at Spartak. The guy fits. Pale, lost. I immediately realized: there is no money. Freed. We reach his address, I do not expect payment and say the first: "Well, bye."
“And you drove me, knowing that I wouldn’t pay you?”
Four months pass. I look, there is a dandy in a long coat, with him two large young ladies. I paid attention to him, and he himself moves towards me and calls the same address! Suddenly he looked at me intently like this:
Did you take me?
Yes, you don't have to explain the way, I know where I took you.
Ahh… (remembers)
"Five" puts:
I am solvent today.
We are already approaching his place, he will not calm down in any way:
Brother, wait...
We go to a gas station, he takes three thousand worth of vodka there (a lot in those days) and, in addition to the “five”, thrusts a ringing package at me. That's how he did good once - and after a while it returned. Kindness always comes back!
YOU TO A PSYCHOLOGIST
Peter Ivanovich says:
I come to order in Shilovo, a man comes out to see off the lady:
Take her to Komarov, and leave me 500 rubles.
We didn’t have time to drive off, she changes the route:
Me on Begovaya.
Well, I see that there is still enough money, it is possible for Begovaya. Just dropped off, dispatchers contact: “Can I give your phone number to the passenger? Not the one who was traveling with you, but the one who put you in the car.” I agree. Calls after a while:
Where did you take her?
I immediately understand that she is being controlled. I begin to make excuses that I have already transported 5 passengers, who exactly does he mean? Where they said, I took it there, I don’t remember ... Confidentiality is above all! So he called me for three more days, pouring out his soul, as she has been leading him by the nose for many years. It turned out to be a difficult case. I really wanted to support the man. I sympathized as best I could, but at some point I gave up and sent him to a psychologist ...
ARE WE ALREADY IN THE CITY?
Once I slept in the car with a passenger. They called a taxi for a group of friends, the guys took a walk in the restaurant, they were cheerful, they were going home. First, the girls were brought home, then one friend was delivered to the address. All the way they chirped in all voices, “Well, that’s it, bye, Lyudochka, bye, Irochka,” then “Sashka, bye,” and, judging by the conversation, only Igor was left in the car. I turn:
- Where are you going?
Igor snores. I start to wake up - zero emotions. I don’t understand why it’s like that, they just talked cheerfully - and just a corpse. His mobile is torn, everything is useless. What to do, threw back the chair, curled up next to him. Rising in the morning:
Are we already in the city?
I'm so slow:
Thank you thank you thank you!
FIRST PASSENGER
Driver Sergey Kostin says:
The first shift this year fell to me on January 1 at 10.00. In the morning I leave for Lomonosov, there is no one on the streets, peace and quiet. The day meant nothing. Especially he did not foretell orders. Until the evening people sleep off. Suddenly, a “passenger” falls out of the sidewalk straight out of a snowdrift onto the road.
Will you take me to Ostrogozhsk?
I ask:
Is there money?
Eat! It turned out that he was traveling on December 31 from Ostrogozhsk to Rostov. Approaching Voronezh, I decided to drive through the city. For some reason, he went out, met a friend, left the car on the left bank - he does not remember further. Go!
And how is your car?
He was not allowed to drive, but he wanted to go home. I called my relatives to pick them up, and we drove to Ostrogozhsk along empty roads. While driving, he warmed up, sobered up, as a result, he gave me 3,500 rubles for the order. It was a great start to the year!
LET'S BE HONEST
Peter Ivanovich says:
Sociable got the passenger, restless.
Let's talk?
Well, speak...
Can I have a drink?
Yes, sing...
Will you drink with me?
What are you, I'm at work, the shift has just begun, I still have to carry passengers!
Then let's be honest. I drink - and you 50 rubles.
Don't, drink like that.
No, let's be honest!
He takes out his flask of cognac, unscrews the lid-glass, drinks - and I get fifty kopecks. Then he drinks again - and again I have a fifty-kopeck piece. And so we sat in the car with him, “drank”.
Star Passengers
Driver Amiran Mariamidze says:
What about your pop stars, I drove Valery Abisalovich Gergiev from Voronezh to Lipetsk. And he has three concerts in a row, a tour throughout Russia. And, you see, he stands, conducts from morning to evening. His legs are swollen. May I take off my shoes? Yes of course please! So I rode barefoot all the way.
It fell to me to carry Marika. Cool girl, we laughed all the way. She had a tour, came as a DJ. She just sat down and said: “The club, show me where I will work in the evening!” There were no posters, it was planned for someone's private birthday. I showed her the club "Silver" in the residential area of the North ... She lamented for a long time: "Is this where I play? This is a residential building!” I say, yes, here is the club on the side! It was fun to ride with her. I didn’t take an autograph, why do I need it? Live communication is more interesting!
Driver Vitaly Vasiliev says:
They call me at 5 in the morning to a cafe, and the dispatcher says: “Vital, Larisa Dolina will be there.” But three cars were called at once, and it so happened that she did not sit next to me. All of its directors and management got to me. And the Valley sat down with Kolya Baskov. Yes, we have one driver, Nikolai. His real name is Kolya, but his last name is different. He just looks a lot like Baskov, we call him that. That's how Nikolai Baskov drove Larisa Dolina!
Now we will publish the stories of drivers who did not indicate authorship. Very instructive stories!
THE GREAT COMBINATOR
I'm coming to the address. Husband, wife, bag. He hears: “Yes, I’ll walk here and walk to work, I’ll take a walk.”
And already in my direction, somewhere on top of the window:
Take your wife to the bus station!
Warm goodbyes, the passenger gets into a taxi, we go.
To move in the right direction, you need to turn around.
Slowly we reach the turn, we go back.
In the same place where I picked her up, just across the road, our guide is standing, voting.
When you ride with a passenger, you don’t pick anyone up anymore, you drive by. But here we stop, of course. Still a husband. I suddenly forgot something important.
He hurriedly jumps on front seat and cheerfully blurts out:
So, my friend, mine went to the village, let me go to the address ...
Turns his head - back seat woman with wide eyes.
I immediately recognized my wife.
It was he who, to celebrate, caught the first taxi that came across, without looking closely.
SEPTEMBER FIRST
On the first day of autumn, traffic jams always increase sharply in the morning - crowds of children go to school. In the morning I receive an order to the address of the street. 20 years of the Komsomol. City center, slowly getting to the place. Passengers do not leave for a suspiciously long time. Communication with the dispatcher, a slight hitch, clarification on which side of the house I am standing, what is nearby ... It turns out that in the hustle and bustle, the mother of the first-grader got confused in the numbers, and they are waiting for me on the street. 60 years of the Komsomol, Northern region. There are no more free cars, everything is on orders. On another day, I would have refused to go because of a passenger's mistake. But not on September 1!.. My first teacher's name was Nadezhda Petrovna. The hair on my head moved uncomfortably when I was late for her lessons. Suddenly I realized - this time you can not be late! At childish speed, I turned in the direction of the North. Passengers were clearly nervous as they stood on the street. Dispatchers gave them clear instructions in a feminine way: “They are standing in the yard, you will see them right away! There is a girl with a woman in a white blouse, with big bows and a bouquet of flowers!” Past the crowds of white girls with bows and bouquets, I rushed to the right address. From the distant past, the stern eyes of Nadezhda Petrovna looked at me. They had everything... And they had Hope. I delivered my little passenger named Nadia to the first line in her life 3 minutes before the start. He did not leave immediately, he stood, looked ... Once they lived in the center on the street. 20 years of the Komsomol, and now they moved to a new building in Severny on a street with a similar name. The communist history of Voronezh is rich and there are many dates in it. The human memory failed, but the reliable yellow car did not disappoint.
I was not an eyewitness to this story, but I consider it my duty to tell it. Briefly speaking. Once I see - a "teapot" drives up to a traffic light. These can be calculated immediately. At the traffic light, “red” lights up. The “teapot” convulsively presses the brake, while forgetting to squeeze the clutch and the engine, of course, stalls. He turns the key, and the car, which was at a speed, since he forgot to turn on the "neutral", jumps forward and almost reaches the car in front of him. The one that was standing in front of the "teapot" just in case moves forward - you never know how many fucked up people it is! "The teapot" starts up again and the car, which he forgot to put in "neutral", jumps forward again. The one in front moves away again. What is characteristic is that a traffic cop (or a traffic police officer) standing by his car watches everything that happens. The crazed kettle turns the key for the third time (he probably only knew how to do this), and the car makes a desperate jump and crashes into the back of the peasant who was standing in front. Well, in short, a dull thud, the gnashing of metal, the sound of glass. Do ahead standing car the bumper is dented, the lights are broken, the "teapot" has the same thing only in front. Participants in the incident yell at each other. A servant of the law comes to the ground - in felt boots, a sheepskin coat (it was winter). He came up, scratched his turnip and said: "I got it, ..." He turned around and left.
Dialogue heard at the traffic police post. The action took place between one of the traffic police officers (hereinafter simply a cop) and the driver of a tented GAZelle stopped by him.
Ment: - "We need to get to the city (80 kilometers) of those people" and points to five foreheads in civilian clothes.
Driver: - "So my booth is not equipped to transport people"
Cop (with a very serious look): - "These are not people, these are traffic police"
It was during my driving school years. The theory teacher is a man, about 50 years old, not particularly burdened by culture, in fact, the audience for the most part, too. And now we are going through the topic of when and under what conditions it is necessary to help the employees of the valiant and well-known inspection.
The teacher asks the group:
- If a traffic police officer slows you down and says that he needs to deliver the victim to the hospital, what should you do?
- Help him and take him to the hospital.
- And if he slows you down and says: "I'm fucking crazy", what should you answer him?
A slight moment of confusion and then a voice from the back desk:
- I'm with you!!!
The next 5 minutes, no one was up to the theory.
Here, I remembered. It was about 3-4 years ago in the glorious city of Gagarin, Smolensk region. We gathered there big company(we arranged a vacation for ourselves, we live in Moscow, but everyone has relatives and friends there) and were pulled off to the fullest. One evening they arranged another drinking bout right in the yard, placing "devices" (glasses and bottles) on our cars.
In the morning I got up with the usual headache (local vodka is a strong thing) and took my mother-in-law to the market, then went about my business. I go and wonder why everyone is looking at me ?! The cops came across me, staring at me with their mouths open, the people on the sidewalk, all shaking their heads. Well, it's bad for me, damn it!! But is it noticeable from afar?
Only when I reached the end point of the route, the joyful cackle of my drinking companions opened my eyes. It turns out that a bottle and two glasses are firmly frozen to the roof of the car !!
It was with such beacons that I rode all day (the poor cops probably had a stupor from such impudence).
A traffic cop wanted to stop me at Kashirka today at 110-120 km/h. But he waved his stick too briskly - on a wave upwards, it escaped from his hand and flew away behind his back.
I did not STOP, because the pose "traffic cop throwing a stick behind his back" is not described in the traffic rules.
Here's what happens if two people who don't blow up meet: 7 am, Sunday, it even says on my face that I slept for 2 hours, and slept in vain.
I sit in an empty trolleybus, I see the conductor: an unshaven man in a cap, looks even worse than me.. I give him money, he gives me a ticket, everything happens with the slow movements of disabled Estonians. Two stops later, he comes up to me again. I give him a ticket, he gives me money and leaves ... I counted for two minutes, wondering what the catch was.
At the gas station, I witnessed a study about blondes. At the same time, at two checkouts, the guy and Blondinko demand to pour gasoline into their cars, moreover, they call column No. 3 in unison. The cashiers, apparently already experienced, politely ask like this:
- Girl, how did you determine the number of the column?
- how, how ... very simple - I calculated from the entrance ....
- And you are a young man, what do you think?
-......I did not count! I looked at the # written above the fuel hose!
End of the working day. Stuffy gazelle with one free space. Tired silent people. Negro in the middle of the cabin. A young mother comes in with a child of 4-5 years old and flops into an empty seat.
The boy looks at the negro very carefully and in complete silence begins to recite loudly and clearly:
- It is necessary, it is necessary to wash in the mornings and evenings ..... And for unclean chimney sweeps - shame and disgrace ...
Result: A stopped gazelle and passengers rolling with laughter. The mood was finally lifted.
My friend works as a traffic police inspector. They somehow stop a normal such car with a partner for speeding.
They invited the driver to the car. We started to make a protocol.
Well, the driver says that he is in a hurry, they say, there is no need for a protocol, and he holds out 50 bucks.
And what? 50 bucks is not too much! Have taken.
And then a tightly toned 99th stopped behind, two lads in civilian clothes get out of it and quickly head towards the car. Our friends immediately close the doors and windows in the car and start burning this dirty American paper with a lighter. But it does not burn, or rather burns, but not as fast as they would like. They begin to get nervous, add a flame to the lighter. And the boys are already knocking on the window. Finally, the fire did its job, from the 50-bucks paper there was only ashes and smoke in the cabin. Traffic cops open the glass of the car with trembling hands ... and hear the question:
- Comrade sergeant, tell me how to get to Naro-Fominsk?
Snowfalls, frosts, traffic jams...
I remembered last year's story in a paid parking lot. I am standing in this parking lot in the morning, trying to tear off the crust of snow from the windshield. Nearby, a well-dressed motorist is doing the same with his beautiful A8. It can be seen that he is in a hurry, he is trying. There is no one else.
True, even the watchman grandfather, God's dandelion, is watching from his warm booth. I thought, apparently, that he would break off from the owner of the A8 and take out a plastic electric kettle. He says, why are you suffering, I've made boiling water - fields on the glass, it will go away.
In a fever, a man pours a kettle on his forehead and the snow really melts, but they didn’t take into account the laws of physics - a huge crack went right in the middle of the glass ...
In general, grandfather ran a hundred meters faster than in best years.
Evening. Opposite the scandalous cafe is a foreign car with tinted windows. IMPORTANT: the road is sloped. An outfit of 3 PPSnikov walks past. One car seemed strange. Went to check. Went around her, began to consider the trunk. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car began to roll slowly - the road is sloping. Ment grabbed the bumper. Still, the car continues to roll. One can't seem to stop her. The patrolman is calling two of his colleagues! Already three selfless policemen are trying to keep the car from spontaneous descent!
Then the door of a foreign car opens, the driver comes out and says:
Guys, I really need to go!
We recently stood at the store, at night already, we don’t touch anyone, we drink beer. We notice one man who walked around parked cars for a long time and studied something in them, touched the doors, looked inside ...
As a result, he comes up to us and asks in a wildly drunken voice
- Guys! Did you see what car I came in?
From life.
I go home through the yard. I see - a girl of 10 years old runs up - and with a flourish flat - break! on the hood of a brand new car.
An alarm is triggered.
An angry male face protrudes from the window of the 8th floor. The girl slides down from the hood and screams:
- Dad, can I walk a little more?
I am a man of the old school, I am already fifty, and I accept all sorts of innovations with a strong creak. This applies to everything, and first of all, cars. Practically, all my adult life I worked as a taxi driver, driving the Volga, and therefore I was endlessly devoted to it.
Good workhorse, reliable, I can change any spare part with my eyes closed, and they are always available, what else do you need? The machine must work. I mean, I didn't think of anything else.
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Auto Stories September 05, 2013
Hello to all guests and users of this resource. It was thanks to the AvtoEd portal that I figured out technical subtleties his future car and bought it.
Lately I own SUV Lexus LX 570. I will not hide that the purchased car is already used, but despite this it is in excellent condition. I have been driving my handsome man for six months now and have encountered certain problems. At first I got used to the dimensions of the car, but then suddenly other participants began to annoy me traffic. Small cars are especially annoying, and of course their owners, but first things first.
Auto Stories July 08, 2013
This topic became “painful” for me at the moment when I once talked with my comrades in the yard. I will briefly describe the situation.
Auto Stories July 04, 2013
I have a friend, a master of motorsport, who once told me this story. His name is Alexander. One day he decided to pass on the rights to category "A", by that time he already had all the other categories, but he did not have the rights to drive a motorcycle.
He went to the traffic police, they knew him well, and Ivanov, who took the exams, was completely on "you" with him. The inspector explained to him that they had no motorcycles on site.
Auto Stories July 03, 2013
How many times have I noticed that as soon as life becomes incredibly gray and monotonous, something like that will definitely happen to me, which is why it starts to play with all the colors of the rainbow again.
The story I want to tell you happened on a cold January night, just on the eve of the Old New Year. At that time I worked in a taxi, I steered the Passat and, since I was aimed at making good money, I went to work mainly on night shifts.
Auto Stories June 27, 2013
My story began with the fact that I recently received driver license. I rarely get behind the wheel, but sometimes I have to. So that evening driving position it was me, as my husband decided to relax after work with a bottle of beer.
We sat down and went to the Magnit hypermarket for groceries. When I arrived, I parked my car in the parking lot of the store. After the purchases were made, we remembered that we forgot to buy tea and I had to return to the store, while my husband at that time remained waiting in the car and in the driver's seat.
Auto Stories June 06, 2013
Hello everyone! I want to tell real story about fishing, which relatively recently happened to me. This story is very instructive and allows you to think about some important life moments.
After busy working days, my colleague and I went fishing to a village near the city. At the edge of the pond, two elderly fishermen settled down with me. They caught, talked about life, the old people were slowly going on the road. Grandfathers on a motorcycle began to climb the hill, going around parked car, did not wait until it was removed to the side.
Auto Stories June 05, 2013
Greetings to all visitors to this site. My name is Viktor Sergeevich, and I have been following this interesting resource for quite some time. During my stay here, I read many articles and now I decided to drop a couple of lines myself. I myself have been driving for more than twenty years and I would like to discuss a couple of points with you.
Something terrible is happening on our roads. The cars are all tinted. All around dark glass, behind which you can not see the drivers. Don't they understand that this tinting is one harm? Such drivers say they don't like driving "like in an aquarium!" In general, a strange wording. If you do not like being among the same road users, then sit at home. It's good that this damn film has now been banned and the situation has begun to change for the better.
Auto Stories May 20, 2013
My neighbor was to blame for everything, who in the early morning of May 9 pressed the apartment bell button until she woke up my whole family. Sleepy, with difficulty navigating in space, I opened the door and I was almost blown away by a wave of activity and a thirst for activity.
I spanked after my neighbor into the kitchen:
Well? Why so early?
She poured sugar on the table, next to a cup of tea, and said:
- Let's buy a goat.
Auto Stories May 20, 2013
As you know, the President of Ukraine prefers to be surrounded by an entire army when traveling. His cortege consists of more than a hundred cars and about a thousand police officers and the Security Service of Ukraine are on duty on the streets.
According to the rules, the first to go are such armored "tanks", literally making their way through and not paying attention to any foreign objects (including other people's cars). The President's car follows them. Complete the column already, in fact, local security cars. The environment of the second group was my father.
