Haildresser cars

FRANKIE

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Title should read: HAIRDRESSER CARS
From "the Christmas Gift" thread....
badman gee said: ↑
Were all mugs with hairdresser cars. Especially yours!

This is the second or third time I've seen the term 'hairdresser car' used. I like to consider myself as a sort of sporty individual who loves driving a sports car with a manual transmission. I love running it through the gears on a mountain road with hairpin turns where you can't see around the corner because of all the trees. Something like US Route 9 along Lake George between Bolton Landing and Fort Ticonderoga. What a thrill. Makes me feel very confident with myself and my driving capabilities. That is, until I saw the posts from Walrus. Now here's a guy that can drive the living daylights out of his car. Not a hairdresser in sight. Made me feel like a hairdresser. ( and I don't have any hair). Really took the wind out of my sails. Makes me feel like I should burn rubber the next time I pull out of my driveway. Drive that car like a real man!!!! I'm so confused now. I should thank Walrus for showing me the upper limits of the car's performance. Drive on, Walrus, and keep those great videos coming. Frankie
 
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I'm afraid people see these cars (z3) and especially the mazda mx5 as hairdresser cars.

Get used to it.
 
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GazHyde

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It more comes down to each persons resilience to others jealousy. I've had loads of comments about my zed. Usually by people who drive drab boring euro boxes.

I just smile as I drive off with the roof down.
 
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GazHyde said:
It more comes down to each persons resilience to others jealousy. I've had loads of comments about my zed. Usually by people who drive drab boring euro boxes.

I just smile as I drive off with my leather chaps on and the roof down. Curling tongues in the boot.
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swamper

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my tarts car is always in front of there real mans car....!!
 
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BMG's //M actually has it classified as a Hair Dresser Only, under driver on his Log Book :p
 
Mr-P

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I am more than use to this statement, esp as before the Z3M I use to run a track prep'd MX5.
Which upset more than a few "butch" cars when push came to shove on the track.


On the rear bumper I had the following sticker

"No Hairdressing Equipment left in this vehicle Overnight"

Always raised a smile
 
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hard top

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My boss is driving my Z at the moment, as I have eye problems and can't drive.
He all ways called it a 'Gay Car'.
Now this takes the biscuit. He drives a French Euro box.
He has just split up with his girl friend after 14 years together.
He took me out, in my car, for a morning coffee and I asked him how he was getting on with the 'Gay Car'
He said "very well, as the girls love it". Naughty boy........:D
 
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Mr-P said:
I am more than use to this statement, esp as before the Z3M I use to run a track prep'd MX5.
Which upset more than a few "butch" cars when push came to shove on the track.


On the rear bumper I had the following sticker

"No Hairdressing Equipment left in this vehicle Overnight"

Always raised a smile
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I have the same sticker in my kitchen draw
 
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FRANKIE

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Hard Top, The day I bought the Z, I had to drive down from the Atlantic city area to near Baltimore, Maryland, about 2 hours. After purchasing the car, I had to get gas so I stopped at a gas station. I had no sooner gotten out of my car, that a beautiful young girl pulled up on the other side of the pumps, saw my car and exclaimed "What a beautiful car!!!!!!!!!!", and walked around it asking me questions about it. I wished I'd had the car when I was 40 years younger. When driving on the road now, I am almost shocked to see just how few of these cars are on the road around here.
Good luck with the eyes. I'm in the same boat. So many operations. Eye muscles cut, scleral patch, scleral buckle, cataracts each eye, procedures to seal holes in the retina. detached retina (twice). Oddly enough, with the new lenses in the eyes, I don't have to wear glasses any more and can see better than at any time in my life. I really hope things work out for you. Frankie.
 
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Rev

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badman gee said:
Will give you a trim at the nec next month!
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Maybe you don't need scissors Mark... You could try "Veet for Men"... Recommended by all good hair saloons.

Heres a review from Amazon.

Adults only please!

By A. Chappell

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .
Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.

This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...:)

And if you don't believe me heres the thread!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Veet-Men-Hair-Removal-Creme/dp/B000KKNQBK
 
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badman gee

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Rev said:
Maybe you don't need scissors Mark... You could try "Veet for Men"... Recommended by all good hair saloons.

Heres a review from Amazon.

Adults only please!

By A. Chappell

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .
Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me.

This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.

Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...:)

And if you don't believe me heres the thread!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Veet-Men-Hair-Removal-Creme/dp/B000KKNQBK
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Can't beat a cold sprout on your brown eye
 
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