Thinking back, this was quite funny, although it didn't seem so at the time.
A year and a half ago, I'd just got my Z, and joined the Z4UM forum. It turns out there was an upcoming local meet-up / drive arranged, and I duly signed myself up for it. What better way to meet the local zed-ers, have some fun, and learn a bit about the car too. By the time of the meet a few weeks later, I was kinda seeing a new girl, and thought it'd be a great 3rd date to invite her along. How wrong I was...
I should have sensed something was up when I collected her that morning. Hungover to the point of being still drunk, she wasn't in the mood for a drive at all. Since it was all arranged and planned, she got herself ready, and off we went to meet the others at the designated time. My gf wasn't in the most sociable mood, but she managed to keep it together while everyone introduced themselves, and soon we were off, a convoy of 5 or so zeds. Since I'd only had my car for a few weeks, I wasn't as familiar with it as the others were, and I foolishly tried my best to keep up with them. They weren't speeding, but in trying to keep up, I was definitely driving out of my comfort zone (and still lagging behind!). So, we're whizzing along, with my new gf in the passenger seat telling me to slow down, and I'm trying to keep up with my new zed-friends.
The plan was to stop for lunch at a nice little pub, a few hours driving away. By the time we arrived there, my gf was crying, hanging out the window trying to be sick, and screaming at me to slow down. Yikes! What a great 3rd date.
When we stopped for lunch, my gf couldn't even eat, and had to get up from the table a few times to get fresh air outside. She pleaded with me not to finish the second part of the drive, which I agreed to, and we just went back to mine to allow her to recover. I think over lunch, she said to the organiser "It isn't a race, you know!". I was cringing, caught between my new gf and my new petrolhead mates. I felt awful, but did the honorable thing, and took her home, after bidding our farewells to everyone. So, to anyone that was there (Jules, Neil, Giles, etc.. hi!), you have no idea how hard I was trying to keep things under control, and it must have looked like we were both pretty rude.
On a lighter note, we're still together, and quite often laugh about the disastrous 3rd date. So my main memory of the one and only zed-meet I've ever been to consists of zooming along unfamiliar roads, with a hungover gf sobbing and screaming in the passenger seat. Incidently, she loves the zed now, frequently encouraging me to "drive faster!", which I never do, of course
A year and a half ago, I'd just got my Z, and joined the Z4UM forum. It turns out there was an upcoming local meet-up / drive arranged, and I duly signed myself up for it. What better way to meet the local zed-ers, have some fun, and learn a bit about the car too. By the time of the meet a few weeks later, I was kinda seeing a new girl, and thought it'd be a great 3rd date to invite her along. How wrong I was...
I should have sensed something was up when I collected her that morning. Hungover to the point of being still drunk, she wasn't in the mood for a drive at all. Since it was all arranged and planned, she got herself ready, and off we went to meet the others at the designated time. My gf wasn't in the most sociable mood, but she managed to keep it together while everyone introduced themselves, and soon we were off, a convoy of 5 or so zeds. Since I'd only had my car for a few weeks, I wasn't as familiar with it as the others were, and I foolishly tried my best to keep up with them. They weren't speeding, but in trying to keep up, I was definitely driving out of my comfort zone (and still lagging behind!). So, we're whizzing along, with my new gf in the passenger seat telling me to slow down, and I'm trying to keep up with my new zed-friends.
The plan was to stop for lunch at a nice little pub, a few hours driving away. By the time we arrived there, my gf was crying, hanging out the window trying to be sick, and screaming at me to slow down. Yikes! What a great 3rd date.
When we stopped for lunch, my gf couldn't even eat, and had to get up from the table a few times to get fresh air outside. She pleaded with me not to finish the second part of the drive, which I agreed to, and we just went back to mine to allow her to recover. I think over lunch, she said to the organiser "It isn't a race, you know!". I was cringing, caught between my new gf and my new petrolhead mates. I felt awful, but did the honorable thing, and took her home, after bidding our farewells to everyone. So, to anyone that was there (Jules, Neil, Giles, etc.. hi!), you have no idea how hard I was trying to keep things under control, and it must have looked like we were both pretty rude.
On a lighter note, we're still together, and quite often laugh about the disastrous 3rd date. So my main memory of the one and only zed-meet I've ever been to consists of zooming along unfamiliar roads, with a hungover gf sobbing and screaming in the passenger seat. Incidently, she loves the zed now, frequently encouraging me to "drive faster!", which I never do, of course
