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My mother believes that each technique has limited flying hours. Because of collusion between advertisers and broadcasters, flight time your TV is ruined with every commercial break. So my mother sees bid for ads off TV.
Has the same breed drivers. They keep every light in your car like a jewel, convinced that the lights should outlive the car. The dream of working flasher beam them warm in the cold autumn nights when imagining that even when the car is already in auto morgue, these lights of hope still lights. Therefore, it is understandable why the driver Guardian o luce do not waste even a second flight you flashing of you assholes with turn signal to show you where it turns. How long have here no asphalt!?
These are drivers who never get enough The Summer. In fact, not only the band, but the canvas is not enough for them, they are insufficient and shoulder, and curb and sidewalk. Regardless of the size of the vehicle, the prospect o luce of his own vision of the driver o luce is far beyond the horizon over some ridiculous drebnochoveshki constraints, such as that tarmac is over. Can we, ordinary drivers to steer according to the label or at least in the way, but not you. Hemingueyski gaze staring into the distance, these drivers cut 90-degree turns at 45 degrees, overcoming the (sometimes surprising!) Pools, curbs, stone hills and small obstacles like some poor pedestrian. Proud saved 45 degrees, the driver suddenly found that even swallow again embarrassing bubunki overrun by several old ladies hardly bumper of the car they will deal with the concrete wall of the store to which they are headed. Completely blind and deaf to the reactions of other drivers, our hero goes back to the asphalt arena raises vezhdichka and says, "Well come on now, be tolerant of the way!" So until next turn. In my glove compartment o luce is the deed this time!
These drivers are second cousins of the front. Their driver's licenses are not like yours. Their are laminated reduced copy of the deed of the roads in Bulgaria. In addition to having the roadway, they are fans of the game "Rock, paper, scissors" and know that asphalt o luce beating iron, so take precedence over semaphors signaling. They treat you as you treat cheeky Jehovah's Witnesses who call you at two in the afternoon Sunday, and they want to foist any brochures - whatever you are trying to do and tell you, you cheeky push their shoes with door and try to at least break their finger while attaching bolt. When I grow up, I will become an ambulance!
These are drivers who always they expire birth waters have ruptured appendicitis or late coffee with Lence. They are too busy and focused on his ultimate goal, to be distracted with blinkers, advantages, or, oh bored, attention to other drivers. They have a mission. And the goal. Far more important than physical barriers, such as all other road users whose job is only to slow them down. To compensate for the lack of light in the ambulance, they embark on a third rate of at least 3 liters of fuel burnt, which comes to you as a black cloud of acrid smoke. You have to understand - they have a mission, o luce they are quick, have an important matter of urgency, o luce so do not be petty to some his armor, door or mirror. Muffler
Every driver sometimes heard unusual noises or new car. Most probably take the car to a workshop to understand what is the problem and eliminate it. The silencer does not. Long before many summers, he heard a strange rattling sound from the front, as if two metal hammers strike when cornering. Then no money for repairs, "Sin City" opened a new season, a matter of priorities. Instead, he thought o luce to silence the irritating clatter of the new album of Alicia. Even before the disc is worn away, the driver noticed a new sound, something in front drowning the sound was the most irritating, waiting to semaphors. o luce Alicia could not help, it was time for something more serious. Camellia screamed 50 decibels in the cockpit, "Is there ludiiii?????" And the driver o luce is pleased to discover that you no longer hear any rattling and gagging. A week later, however, while pausing a new playing nasty sound is heard from the car and then the driver has no choice but to say goodbye to his already deaf friend with a tear to hear for the last time in his life birds, bees and human speech before turning the volume knob at maximum decibels and let the last song of M'glata, keel or K'rfitsata. The driver was already like who sings because his ears were long and broken only by his inner ear he could feel the vibrations in the car. I Heart Animal o luce Planet
This is a driver who takes a vacation, when Animal Planet launched a new series of meerkats. So he is playing in the show that he started to play back