The band that makes music which is only ever played in Vauxhall Corsas
You know the band, they did that track

"UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss UH!-tss "

I find it amusing that while at tickover 'croozin' down the highstreet, overloading a poor Corsa's 45 amp alternator 'wiv a thahsand watts' in-car stereo they are draining the battery faster than they are charging it so inevitably the car ends up knackered with hazard lights feebly winking by the side of the road.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Mon 3 Jan 2011, 13:08, 4 replies)

I don't get it
Why spend so much money on non-essential shite like a huge sound system, rims, spoilers (on a front wheel drive car, ffs), tints, decals, exhaust bores (which do fuck all), neon, interior frippery and the like - and your car is still some asthmatic piece of 1.2 litre shite?

You might think it's fast, but if I stuck an engine onto a rollerskate, technically it would be fast also.

Save your money and buy a half-way decent car for fucks sake.

./rant -off
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Mon 3 Jan 2011, 13:25, closed)

Insurance!
Although they SHOULD tell their insurance company about the fuck-off stereo and all the supposed 'performance' parts they've installed, they don't because it would put their premiums further into orbit.
The only cars they can afford to insure are asthmatic superminis with shitbox engines.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Mon 3 Jan 2011, 15:00, closed)

That's the great thing about being 37 and living on a farm.
"What's that? You just bought new subs for your Corsa? What? Hang on, I can't hear you above all the awesome Bose 12-speaker stereo in my 7-litre 400bhp tractor that cost more than your house..."
(gordonjcp, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 0:58, closed)

What puzzles me is
that the sound pumping out of the state-of-the-art sound system that just slunk up to the lights is ALWAYS complete and utter shite. No-one ever seems to drive past playing anything that doesn't make me want to hack off my ears with an electric carving knife.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 11:17, closed)