Red said:
Yeah, no prob:
The girls, I'll call them Fatties for short...
Mybe someone more technical than me can better describe the force a Fattie can produce and how it relates to getting loaded...:wink:
Well, I'm no expert like Bio, but from my limited experience I've found that there is a very strong correlation between "getting loaded" and Fatties. Let me paint you a picture...broad strokes of course. :biggrin: In a nutshell, this is the Fattie Load Factor:
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Your Ferrari 348 is in the shop, so you and a buddy decide to take your NSX to Club Moe's for some Friday night shenanigans. You park out front, as you should, you Big Baller you! After slapping a fisky in the palm of the Trustworthy Valet, you and your buddy (we'll call him "Defense" in this little tale) slowly make your way past a crowd of college cheerleaders waiting in line. *wink* yeah, you've already taken dibs on one of those hot little numbers. She saw you key-fobbing your NSX security alarm at least one of the 17 times you armed it in front of the cheerleaders. You're so money.
(4 hours and 14 cocktails later)
You emerge with a lady on your arm. Defense bolted two hours earlier with the girl you had dibs on, but not to worry, you partied two hours longer and found a real gem. For some reason, however, all is not well in this paradise. The Trustworthy Valet looks disgusted. He pulls from his right pocket your keys...hands them to you, and pulls your fisky from his left pocket and gives it to another valet. A friendly wager of some sort.
You thank the Trustworthy Valet for keeping a watchful eye on your keys, hand him another fisky to recoup his wagering losses, and with an almost James Bond-like sophistication disarm the NSX alarm from 175 yards away.
(Trouble begins... T minus 14...13...12...11...)
As you open the exotic supercar NSX passenger door for your...er...date, you notice, under a full moon, that your lucky lady might be a little heavy. Nah... must be those crazy narrow NSX seats. Anyway, with the help of the club's bouncer, you get the pesky NSX passenger door shut. Must be the damn window regulator acting up again. You wipe the sweat off your brow and catch your breath while casually strolling around the front of your two sexy beasts. Grasping the drivers door handle, you give your date a wink :wink: and a quick thumbs up to the valet witnesses. You settle down in the drivers seat. Lights on. Keys to ignition. Magic about to happen! You can feel it and then *POP!**POP!*
Nightclub driveby shooting?? P-diddy two fisting the Crystal??
You give your date a soggy kiss on the cheek, hop out of the vessel, and sure enough. You've been hit. There it is, laying on the ground...used...flacid...useless. You've been smoked. Your NSX-R chassis bar, your date, your valet's entertainment -- all victims of the dreaded Fattie Load Factor. Be careful out there boyz!! :biggrin: