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One of the more disappointing days in my life was when I tried to sit in an R and couldn't get my knees under the wheel. I had wanted one for a very long time.
Went running back to VW and the GLI which works very well for someone whose tall.
My friend bought one. The first time I was in it he wanted to show me how fast it was and how good the shifter was, and he burned the clutch so bad that his garage stunk for a week. I wanted to laugh so badly, but he was so proud of his car, and so worried about the damage he may have caused, that I just acted impressed.
My wife and I went to see Moulin Rouge for our anniversary. We decided we would spend the night after the show at a pretty nice hotel. So we checked in prior to the show. I handed my keys to the valet and she and I checked into our room.
The venue was about three blocks from the hotel so we walked over and back, on the way back I saw my car parked in the side street that ran next to the hotel.
The next morning we checked out, I picked up my keys, walked out the side door of the hotel and opened the door for my wife. "What the fuck is that smell?"
I walked around, and got in the interior smelled awful. Then it dawned on me. The valet didn't know how to drive a stick, and had done his best to fry my clutch.
That was why it was parked so close. He couldn't get it too the garage.
Lol, wow! It's hard to believe someone can drive cars for a living and not know how to drive a stick.