FYI: Dec 12 MythBusters: Airplane Hour

"LWG" wrote in
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The best MG story came from my boss. Years ago, he was a
twenty-something, Air Force type. He found himself on the Long Island
Expressway around 2:00 am, tooling down the road on a summer's night.
The top was down, and he finished a cigarette. He flicked the butt
high into the slipstream above the windshield. In a few minutes, he
noticed an odd aroma. The smell got stronger with passing time. He
looked behind him, and he saw that the tonneau cover was on fire, with
the flames being fanned by the wind. He stopped in the middle of the
LIE, trying to figure out what to do. He had nothing with him, except
a few beers which he had drunk during the course of the evening. So,
he stood up, turned around and unzipped. He put the fire out...



Excellent.


The Chinese MGs wil never be the same.

Bertie

Funny thing. My old boss is an adminstrative law judge and retired some
time ago. He does get called back once in a blue moon. I happened to see
him the day after I made this post, and told him that I wrote his story on
this newsgroup. He added that he took the car into the insurance company,
and there was this big round hole in the tonneau cover, and the rest of the
back was saturated with pee. The adjuster just looked at him, shook his
head and wrote him a check.

This guy went through flight training in the Air Force. He wanted to be
selected for fighters, but was sent to transports. He didn't want that, and
arranged to get discharged in Europe. He bought a Vespa scooter, and spent
months touring the "country" side. He could *tell* some stories-- the Swiss
maids, the countess and her daughter on the train from Dusselldorf-- it was
incredible. Later I learned some things from other sources which convinced
me that every steamy, letters-to-Penthouse word of it was true. He was the
Dudley Henriques of p***y.

"Bertie the Bunyip" wrote in message
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"LWG" wrote in
:

The best MG story came from my boss. Years ago, he was a
twenty-something, Air Force type. He found himself on the Long Island
Expressway around 2:00 am, tooling down the road on a summer's night.
The top was down, and he finished a cigarette. He flicked the butt
high into the slipstream above the windshield. In a few minutes, he
noticed an odd aroma. The smell got stronger with passing time. He
looked behind him, and he saw that the tonneau cover was on fire, with
the flames being fanned by the wind. He stopped in the middle of the
LIE, trying to figure out what to do. He had nothing with him, except
a few beers which he had drunk during the course of the evening. So,
he stood up, turned around and unzipped. He put the fire out...



Excellent.


The Chinese MGs wil never be the same.

Bertie