Ha! At first I thought you meant breasts.
Ha! Indeed. That too. But then, as a very experienced motor-car racer, I am keeping my full attention on my driving at all times.
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Ha! At first I thought you meant breasts.
Ha! Indeed. That too. But then, as a very experienced motor-car racer, I am keeping my full attention on my driving at all times.
Maybe it is time for a quick recall (after all this Michael Jackson nonsense) of the true High Queen of Ferrari Automibles. No, not Enzo Ferrari's mistress - (or his formidable secretary), but -
Princess Lilliane de Rethy of Belgium. She was the younger English-American wife of the King of Belgium, Leopold from the late 50s up till her death about 10 years ago. She had a habit of ordering a special-bodied full custom Ferrari every year or two and would personally view the design as it was designed in clay and transferred by hand into metal. Some were presents for the King, but many she drove herself.
A lady with a great sense of style, most of these cars were later used as design prototypes for later production models and were some of the most beautiful Ferraris ever made.
She was also kind of the European royalty fashion queen of the day - so much so that she practically did the same self-designs for clothes with the famous fashion houses of Paris.
The legend has it that when Jackie Kennedy became First Lady, she told her wardrobe people to dress her "just like Princess de Rethy" and thus was born much of the Jackie-O presidential style.
Needless to say, NOBODY was giving this lady the bird on the highways of Europe.
A guy friend sent this to me
This morning on highway 401, I looked over to my left and there
was a Woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 110 km/h With her Face up
next to her Rear view mirror Putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds and when I looked back she was
Halfway over in my lane, Still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don't scare easily.
But she scared me so much; I dropped My electric shaver, Which knocked
The donut Out of my other hand. In all The confusion of trying To
straighten out the car Using my knees against The steering wheel, it
knocked my cell phone away from my ear which fell into the coffee
between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jim and the Twins, ruined
the darn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important
call.
Darn women drivers
LMAO!!!
Very good reasoning JD!
When women drivers flip me off or start screaming at me (very rare--I try to be a courteous driver), I blow them kisses.
It's always anybody's guess as to what happens next...
I didn't know you read Cosmo, JD??
I was expecting to see this: