Biggest shock I had was taking a girl out on a first date - when I was a teenager. She put both feet onto the dashboard (wearing shoes) as though sitting upstairs, at the front of a bus.
Not used to being in a car, I was told.
They were only up there for a micro second though - before I scooped then off.
An interesting first encounter - on the physical contact side - we both agreed. Went out for about 6 months after - then moved on - as you did.
Have you had any unusual or annoying passenger behaviour?
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Using excessive force to close doors.
Clk Sec
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For some reason my passengers keep stamping the floor with their feet.
Reaching for the grab handles too!
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>>For some reason my passengers keep stamping the floor with their feet.
I'm so used to my wife doing that, that I no longer view it as strange.
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I'm probably the world's worst passenger myself. I can't resist fiddling with controls and have been known to change gear and apply the hand brake for SWMBO, with the obvious, predictable and well deserved outburst that provoked...
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Mum found the head lining of my first car had some dints in i never said anything her face was a picture.!
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You must have been a wealthy teenager to have owned a car that mattered whether it had feet on its dashboard. Or were you concerned about the H&S aspect?
If she had never ridden in a car before I expect she needed considerable assistance untangling the seat belt from the door cill.
On my first date I was enormously impressed by the way she put both feet up on the pub settle and then tucked her legs under so elegantly. Reader, I married her.
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Sometimes as a passenger in my wifes' car doing 5000rpm on the motorway I will put my hand on the gear lever.She will say "what are you doing",I will reply "I will put into 5th if you dip the clutch"!.
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Not exactly strange behaviour, but annoying.
People who get into a car in winter when the windows have condensation or misted up.....and they insist on wiping/cleaning the inside of nearside passenger window which results in smears and hand marks which are difficult to get rid of
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Late Mother-in-law refused for years to wear a seat belt.
She maintained that if she saw an accident coming, she'd brace herself against the dashboard.
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I used to travel in a builders Bedford midi van (with 15 - 30 labourers in the back) and some of the things they used to get up to I can't describe without making fellow readers sick.
some of the milder stuff was to use the mobile van's phone (new tech gadget back in the late 80's) was to call dirty chat lines.
There was also instances of emptying nasal pages onto ones fingers and smearing them onto the steering wheel while the driver kicked up a fuss.
I can't imagine why .... :-)
A regular stop off on the way home was to pop into an off license and get a couple of beers each.
You can imagine that by the end of the week the van was full of empty beer cans, that someone had to clean out.
There are a lot worse examples but I don't want to make anyone sick.
Edited by diddy1234 on 27/01/2010 at 13:28
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I picked up a lorry drivier who was hitch hiking with a tacho chart some years ago who jumped in, put his feet up on my lorry dashboard and picked up the mike of my CB to talk to his mates.
All without asking.
When he wasn't talking to his mates he took great delight in telling me why women couldn't/shouldn't be lorry drivers, and how it was a mans job.
I pulled up on the side of the road, ordered him out of the cab and told him a second class ride is better than a first class walk.
Then I went on the CB and asked all the other lorries coming up behind to refuse to pick him up and wave to him on the way past:)
Pat
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Pat, what was your CB handle good lady?
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Maggie May :)
Pat
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Maggie May :)
Bring back CB radio this was ace back in the 80's 90s chatted all over the world good buddy.!!
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Maggie May :) Pat
Take it you're a fan of Rod Stewart rather than the Spinners :-P
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I used to be and I like the sentiment in the song too!
Pat
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There was also instances of emptying nasal pages onto ones fingers and smearing them onto the steering wheel while the driver kicked up a fuss.
I can't imagine why .... :-)
There are a lot worse examples but I don't want to make anyone sick I think you just have.!
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Refusing to get in, biting the one next to them, screaming, kicking, urinating (and No.2) in the vehicle, and then refusing to thank you for the food.
That's horses for you ;-)
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Man, I thought you were talking about toddlers for a moment there.
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When I used to give my grandmother lifts anywhere, I used to drive like a saint with her in the car but with every gearchange her head would lol back and forth exaggeratedly. It became quite irritating a was a challenge for me to make gearchanges as imperceptible as possible, but was still difficult to stop her lolling about. She must have had rubbish neck muscles.
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My wife can spot and will instantly remove a speck of dust seen in the house at 20 paces. A curtain pulled back without matching the number of pleats on its partner is totally unacceptable. A crumb with the audacity to sully a kitchen work surface is swept away with a cloth impregnated with anti-bacterial spray. The top of a toothpaste tube which has not been properly screwed back or rinsed is the source of major irritation to her....but....when she gets in her or my car she leaves sweet wrappers where they fall, the inside can resemble a rubbish tip for months even years on end, she flicks stray hairs or any detritus from her clothes on to the floor. Muddy boots get stomped all over the carpet without a second thought. Strangely though, despite this alter ego she's quite fussy about the original colour of her cars and their interiors notwithstanding the fact that they soon become irrelevant under the muck which is left to fester on them.
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I used to travel in a builders Bedford midi van (with 15 - 30 labourers in the back)
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>>>>just checked the guiness book of records and i reckon with all those men in the back of a midi you should go for a listing were they sat on top of one another?;-)
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It was a bit of a squeeze certainly even though it was the long wheel base version.
If the van was not carrying workers, it was carrying building material.
Good vans them.
Edited by diddy1234 on 27/01/2010 at 14:29
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My female passengers - when I was much younger - kept putting their feet on the underside of the roof...
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My wife can spot and will instantly remove a speck of dust seen in the house at 20 paces. ...
I recognise this woman. Maybe Mrs H and Mrs B were the results of an early cloning experiment.
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My grandma in some ways she is very sharp witted but she has always been a bad car passanger. She just talks all the way through and never seems to understand shut it because I am trying to navigate a complex round about. She just has no sense of fear and is completly unaware of whats around her. Thankfully she has never learnt to drive I think she realised herself she would not make a good driver!
I am also a really bad passanger.
"Are you aware you're over heating" - me when my friend drove my dads car the first day we got it.
"That off side wheel bearing does not sound too good" - me in my friends Clio.
"Did you put remember to top of the oil today? - me refering to my mates Fieata which had an oil drinking habbit.
"I've been told this car was horrible to drive, but after having driven it it was a lot woese than expected" - me commenting on my mates Fiesta after he I drove it. The tracking was so off if you leg go of the steering for 300 yards the car would end up doing a 360 degree loop.
"Do you know your break light is out" me thinking I was doing a customer a favour who had a brand new Merc E class - Yes the dash has been telling me that for months was his reply :(.
or a classic line is when I ask a taxi driver what do you think of this Toyota "I am on my second engine already and its only done 120k" is the usual replty :p
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When I was young and stupid, I gave a lift across Leeds to an Irishman carrying a can of petrol. My car was a left-hooker Beetle with a full-length Webasto sun-roof which I had open at every possible opportunity, because I could. It turned out he wasn't roaring drunk but he wasn't sober either and conversation was difficult because of the language barrier. I didn't notice him rolling a fag, but I glimpsed the Zippo lighter as he flipped it open, grabbed it and slung it out of the roof. And he thought I was barmy!
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My current girlfriend used to put her feet up on the dash in the same way as explained by the OP - it doesn't bother me but I did explain to her that she has her feet pressed against the passenger air bag - and should we have an accident - even a fairly small one - her legs, knees first, will be smashed into her face with terrific force meaning there won't be much left of either. Since she's very proud of her nice long legs (her excuse for not wanting to get on any of my bikes) she hasn't done it since!
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My worst experience was a mate being sick on the dash of my orange Ford Capri after a night out years ago.
Even after cleaning you can imagine the smell when the demisters were used even weeks later...
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What must be nearly forty years ago I went to pick up my latest squeeze in my brand new (well, to me at least) 1959 Austin Healey MkII Sprite, complete with somewhat ill fitting soft top. This was undoubtedly the finest car I had ever owned, as well as being only the second. I picked up Sue from her house for a spin out into the shires, a modest imbibation at a suitable pub and an enjoyable evening. I started the engine, flicked effortlessly through the gears and over the racket of the rattling side screens (they hadnt invented windows as such at that stage) nonchalantly asked "well, what do you think?". She thought it was "quite draughty and noisey", at which point I decided that despite the fact that she was an only child and her father owned a significant chunk of countryside she was going to be out of luck that evening. As indeed was I, but that's another story.
MGs
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Non-driver SHMBO, eyes accusingly fixated on my speedometer!
Edited by L'escargot on 28/01/2010 at 08:01
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When Auntie Nelly passed her test in the mid 1960`s, I was one of her first passengers. We were bowling along Denby Dale road at around 50mph - when she said "It doesn`t feel real"
With rising anxiety I asked what she meant. She said, " It doesn`t feel real, its like watching a TV screen" referring to looking out at the road and scenery passing by.
I asked her to pull over at that point - but she wouldn`t. She didn`t really drive much after that and then ceased altogether.
I never rode as her passenger again.
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A storey told to me by my father from the good old bad old days, prob sometime in the late forties early fifties.
A lorry driver mate had given a lift to a "local character" and as they were decending a very steep section of road with a hairpin bend up ahead the driver missed a downchange, and in the absence of working brakes rapidly built up a considerable head of speed.
At which point "yer man" remarked " man sur we're fair motoring now" being quite unperturbed.
Unlike the driver.
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" It doesn`t feel real its like watching a TV screen" referring to looking out at the road and scenery passing by.
She showed psychological insight years ahead of her time.
I think that to many drivers that exactly describes how they drive. Drivers who have an overwhelming instinct to overtake anything that shows up ahead of them, weaving their way up a line of traffic, have clearly been watching those large motor race screens you get in motorway service arcades.
It also explains why so many came off the track in the recent bad weather. On a large screen that simply cannot happen - it isn't programmed to do that, so it can't happen in a real car.
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Maybe insurance claim forms should have a "Game Over" box to tick.
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SHMBO regularly pointedly asks "What speed limit are we in?"
I regularly have to untangle the strap of her handbag (carried on her lap) from around the handbrake lever.
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