So after a recent, rather unfortunate and life changing event, Vodka is bouncing back into life in fine style. I'm back in South Africa (sooner than planned), and although the first week back was the toughest week i've had in a while, the weekend managed to put it all in perspective for me.
On friday night, tequila and vodka were the drinks of choice as we began the celebration of some work collegues departing for other opportunities. We began our marathon at Panchos (in obz) where the food was decent, and the Margaritas ice cold. Next was Stones where more good conversation and some pool was in order (don't forget the beers). A few hours later, the evening really kicked into gear when a few brave individuals decided that an excursion to Tiger was required. So with a short trip to Claremont, we were soon at the shooters bar meeting new and interesting people. After vodka and limes, a few jager shots, several suitcases and a couple hotties, we had lost track of time. By 4am, the place was emptying out and we decided to call it for the evening. I still had a full day of test driving ahead as i'm in the market for a new car.
Later on Saturday...
With a bit of a groan, I woke up to an sms from my test drive buddy (who had also been a part of the previous evening's escapades) informing me that we had just missed the 10am appointment to test drive a 2.0 FSI Audi A3. So with some quick thinking and a little initiative, I was at the dealership by 11am. Now respect to Audi for hiring the sales person that they did. They must feel pretty confident about the technical knowledge of their customers as the sales person, although very good looking, did not know a lot about cars. Anyway, after a few minutes of chatting, the sales consultant was set to join us at our next evening at Tiger, and my test drive buddy had arrived. Off we went to put this machine through its paces. The model we drove was the A3 2.0 FSI manual (I don't really care for an automatic).
In a couple of minutes we had found ourselves on a local freeway onramp. 60...120...170...190... man this machine had some spirit. It also had a nice interior. I realised that my co-pilot had his hands gripped on the seats when we finally came to a stop, a few meters behind a row of cars. The car I'd get would definately have to have ESP... Man what a ride. It was my co-pilot's turn. With the acceleration and braking taken care of, steering and handling was next. A quick, rather jerky ride found us back at the dealership with a shaken but smiling sales consultant. After a short talk about details and options, we decided to head off for the next vehicle of choice... the Ford Focus ST.
At a local Ford dealership, it took about 5 seconds to find ourselves in a black 2.5L Ford Focus ST. A turn of the key and an audible growl sent shivers through my spine. Now the car really is an all out beast. The turbo dials centered on the dash, and the seats cupped and firm meant that this machine was not for the refined individual. We headed off to another local freeway, but with all the traffic, could not risk putting this machine through its paces in the way it's really meant to. Never the less, we got her to groan and we soon realised that the cupped seats were there for a reason. My test drive partner was sold on the car, yet I found myself still thinking of the more refined Audi just a few km away.
It was after this drive that I realised buying a demo car might not be the best idea. According to the sales consultant, we were timid in the car. Anyway, we moved on and looked at both Opel and BMW, but I had one car on my mind... the 2.0 T FSI which I was already driving in my head.
Saturday evening started off a little slower than Friday, but that was by no means an indication of the evening ahead. We met up at the Tavern and headed off to Durbanville to support a friend of a friend of a friend's band. Now, the area was suitably dodge, but it was here that I tried a new vodka (triple vodka lime). After the first song, which was admittedly good, we decided to find our fortunes at a club in town called Opium. The evening continued on in fine style where jager bombs, and naturally vodka limes were the order of the evening. After a quick trip to the not so awesome VIP lounge we found our place on the dance floor. When we had had enough fun here, we were off to Tiger to try more interesting shooters and meet more interesting people.
Tiger on Saturday was less packed than on Friday, but we soon made up for that. Vodka and limes, shooters, the dance floor and an interesting architect student kept the evening going till well past friday night's record. At just before 4am, we called it for the evening and headed back home. Finally getting to sleep just after 5am meant that Sunday was going to be a slow day.
True to my previous night's expectations, Sunday was all about recovery, purchasing new clothes and having a rested afternoon in a hammock at a friends afternoon braai.
On friday night, tequila and vodka were the drinks of choice as we began the celebration of some work collegues departing for other opportunities. We began our marathon at Panchos (in obz) where the food was decent, and the Margaritas ice cold. Next was Stones where more good conversation and some pool was in order (don't forget the beers). A few hours later, the evening really kicked into gear when a few brave individuals decided that an excursion to Tiger was required. So with a short trip to Claremont, we were soon at the shooters bar meeting new and interesting people. After vodka and limes, a few jager shots, several suitcases and a couple hotties, we had lost track of time. By 4am, the place was emptying out and we decided to call it for the evening. I still had a full day of test driving ahead as i'm in the market for a new car.
Later on Saturday...
With a bit of a groan, I woke up to an sms from my test drive buddy (who had also been a part of the previous evening's escapades) informing me that we had just missed the 10am appointment to test drive a 2.0 FSI Audi A3. So with some quick thinking and a little initiative, I was at the dealership by 11am. Now respect to Audi for hiring the sales person that they did. They must feel pretty confident about the technical knowledge of their customers as the sales person, although very good looking, did not know a lot about cars. Anyway, after a few minutes of chatting, the sales consultant was set to join us at our next evening at Tiger, and my test drive buddy had arrived. Off we went to put this machine through its paces. The model we drove was the A3 2.0 FSI manual (I don't really care for an automatic).
In a couple of minutes we had found ourselves on a local freeway onramp. 60...120...170...190... man this machine had some spirit. It also had a nice interior. I realised that my co-pilot had his hands gripped on the seats when we finally came to a stop, a few meters behind a row of cars. The car I'd get would definately have to have ESP... Man what a ride. It was my co-pilot's turn. With the acceleration and braking taken care of, steering and handling was next. A quick, rather jerky ride found us back at the dealership with a shaken but smiling sales consultant. After a short talk about details and options, we decided to head off for the next vehicle of choice... the Ford Focus ST.
At a local Ford dealership, it took about 5 seconds to find ourselves in a black 2.5L Ford Focus ST. A turn of the key and an audible growl sent shivers through my spine. Now the car really is an all out beast. The turbo dials centered on the dash, and the seats cupped and firm meant that this machine was not for the refined individual. We headed off to another local freeway, but with all the traffic, could not risk putting this machine through its paces in the way it's really meant to. Never the less, we got her to groan and we soon realised that the cupped seats were there for a reason. My test drive partner was sold on the car, yet I found myself still thinking of the more refined Audi just a few km away.
It was after this drive that I realised buying a demo car might not be the best idea. According to the sales consultant, we were timid in the car. Anyway, we moved on and looked at both Opel and BMW, but I had one car on my mind... the 2.0 T FSI which I was already driving in my head.
Saturday evening started off a little slower than Friday, but that was by no means an indication of the evening ahead. We met up at the Tavern and headed off to Durbanville to support a friend of a friend of a friend's band. Now, the area was suitably dodge, but it was here that I tried a new vodka (triple vodka lime). After the first song, which was admittedly good, we decided to find our fortunes at a club in town called Opium. The evening continued on in fine style where jager bombs, and naturally vodka limes were the order of the evening. After a quick trip to the not so awesome VIP lounge we found our place on the dance floor. When we had had enough fun here, we were off to Tiger to try more interesting shooters and meet more interesting people.
Tiger on Saturday was less packed than on Friday, but we soon made up for that. Vodka and limes, shooters, the dance floor and an interesting architect student kept the evening going till well past friday night's record. At just before 4am, we called it for the evening and headed back home. Finally getting to sleep just after 5am meant that Sunday was going to be a slow day.
True to my previous night's expectations, Sunday was all about recovery, purchasing new clothes and having a rested afternoon in a hammock at a friends afternoon braai.
Anyway... enough with the talk... here are the pictures.
Exhibit A (never took photo's at the test drive, so this is from the net)
--Vodka
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