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My cousin is gone to Hungary. I already miss her! It was gorgeous to pass some time with her!
So I took her to Florance from where the bus started. Returning to Siena I met a Polish bus who wanted to turn at right. He wasn't really preoccupied that I was on his way...I suspect that he neither saw me... So I tried to go faster as I could but it took the back of Justine(=my car). There isn't a very big damage(thanks to my reflex), however I'm worse than an atomic bomb when you touch my car so I must seemed really insane when I got out of the car...I'm so upset because there is no scratch on my car made by my fault only one when the pump of the brake had broken I wasn't able to slow down though I tried to put out both of my legs against the road but it didn't work...:D
I'm a preatty good driver even if I made my stupid things when I was young ( I mean younger than now...). As I found amusing to make start the back of my car trying to keep her on the road...But that was very useful for once I found ice in the turn and when the car started I was able to keep her straight anyway...
Or when I took my little trips in the forrest and I crossed streams (I have no jeep) where normal people cross with raft...I'm very proud of the fact that only once I remained blocked in the stream and I could get out of it after an half an hour. For 30 minutes I was talking with her(IMO cars are female) I was praying her, but I think that the half wood put under the wheels were more useful...
Or when the policeman of the little country where I live came to the pizzeria to eat something and said that I was going too fast with my car. I could not deny that so I tried to appeal to his paternal feelings, lowering my head and opening my eyes bigger than I could, to have a very innocent look (this normally works)and I said that wasn't true I didn't go soooo fast. Than he said that with 160 km/h couldn't catch up with me. Darn, I thought, I hadn't seen him and I know the personal car of every policeman here...So I changed my attitude in "femme fatal" emphasizing my breasts and with charming smile I said that there are many cars alike as mine. This finally had worked, indeed he became red and let it go...*sigh* Men are week....;)
So I took her to Florance from where the bus started. Returning to Siena I met a Polish bus who wanted to turn at right. He wasn't really preoccupied that I was on his way...I suspect that he neither saw me... So I tried to go faster as I could but it took the back of Justine(=my car). There isn't a very big damage(thanks to my reflex), however I'm worse than an atomic bomb when you touch my car so I must seemed really insane when I got out of the car...I'm so upset because there is no scratch on my car made by my fault only one when the pump of the brake had broken I wasn't able to slow down though I tried to put out both of my legs against the road but it didn't work...:D
I'm a preatty good driver even if I made my stupid things when I was young ( I mean younger than now...). As I found amusing to make start the back of my car trying to keep her on the road...But that was very useful for once I found ice in the turn and when the car started I was able to keep her straight anyway...
Or when I took my little trips in the forrest and I crossed streams (I have no jeep) where normal people cross with raft...I'm very proud of the fact that only once I remained blocked in the stream and I could get out of it after an half an hour. For 30 minutes I was talking with her(IMO cars are female) I was praying her, but I think that the half wood put under the wheels were more useful...
Or when the policeman of the little country where I live came to the pizzeria to eat something and said that I was going too fast with my car. I could not deny that so I tried to appeal to his paternal feelings, lowering my head and opening my eyes bigger than I could, to have a very innocent look (this normally works)and I said that wasn't true I didn't go soooo fast. Than he said that with 160 km/h couldn't catch up with me. Darn, I thought, I hadn't seen him and I know the personal car of every policeman here...So I changed my attitude in "femme fatal" emphasizing my breasts and with charming smile I said that there are many cars alike as mine. This finally had worked, indeed he became red and let it go...*sigh* Men are week....;)