Not boy racer vs motorcycle but funny, all the same.
My dear old mum, she had to have been 7o ish at the time, all 4 ft 9 of her, complete with silver hair, driving my brothers GT Falcon...she actually needed a booster cushion to reach the accelerator.
She stops at the lights and a boy racer thingy full of young guys pulls up in the lane next to her. They rev their car and look at Mum who just watches the lights...as they go green, Mum plants boot, shoots across the intersection, and gives a friendly wave to the dudes still stranded at the intersection. They had stalled....oh, the shame of being beaten off the lights by a tiny little grey haired old lady!!
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
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