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When my pretty neighbor Lisa had to fight with her old Renault Twingo during hot summer day

Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:37 pm
by volodia
This girl's name was Lisa and she was pretty without being a miss France either.


She was 18, so she had just passed her license and she was already living in her own apartment, which is close to my home.

I had the opportunity to see her and hear her start dozens of times. That's basically how it happened:

Her twingo 1 green, petrol engine was a real trash, it was visible just by looking at it.

I can tell you without exaggeration from me that his twingo never started, never but absolutely never! the first time! So much so that it had become a routine for her, provided her twingo did not start or stall on her. But if not, she would give her keys as naturally as if she were passing her hand through her hair.

In general twingo started in two, three, four, more rarely five keys.

I remember an extreme situation with her that I will tell you.

The first takes place in early summer 2014 it seems to me.
Like your neighbor she goes out of her house, but at the end of the afternoon. She probably took her car to go to her parents' house. His twingo stayed in the car park in the sun for most of the afternoon. It was about 28 degrees. (the eves renault and peugeot do not like this)

She goes back into her twingo and puts the key in touch. She puts on her seat belt and checks the neutral position by shaking the gear lever as the girls know how to do it, exaggerating a little bit.
She gives the first shots in a light and brief manner, almost a little offhand. Chouiouiouiouiouiouio (not even 3 seconds) nothing .. The first shot missed as usual. She does not even pay attention.

It gives the second key stroke a little longer. Chouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiou 8-9 seconds. Nothing. Simply without getting angry (for the moment) it gives a good third blow chouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiou 12 seconds still nothing.
At that moment she is agitating a little. She shakes the gear lever again and then sinks into the seat, which means she puts her foot on the floor!

She turns the key in a way that is still calm but decided. Chouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiouiou-vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, twingo tries to start a little bit and here is what happiness I see this kind and timid girl start pumping, but like crazy! I am not exaggerating.

His twingo finally starts vrouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ----------- vroum, vroum!
She moves back out of her park place and barely 10 seconds later, her twingo stalled. At that moment I left my house to see it more closely.
I saw him shake the gearshift one more time and sink into his seat again but this time without pumping. I think she realized that her engine was drowned.

From that moment the twingo did not want to know anything for several minutes. But Lisa was fighting quietly in appearance but certainly pissed off inside.
For several minutes she gave super long keys, I counted. The longest went up to 40 seconds !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She paused a little and then tried again with a few keystrokes. And there, against all odds the twingo starts.
She took revenge you do not imagine! Even at the time of carburetors I have never seen a girl punish her car in this way.

She screamed her engine with her foot on the floor for about 10 seconds. Vrouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum! then she started group shots. Vroum, vroum, vroum --- vroum, vroum, vroum etc.

Then she began to roll to the stop and there for safety she screamed the engine of his shit twingo again before entering the road. Vrouuuuuuuuuuum!



Of course, his twingo was not always so stubborn. Most of the time she was just a bit capricious. Often one or two cold or hot key shots but the settings were specific to hot temperatures.

Most of the time I could see her just after lunch, when she returned to work, or in the evening around 19:00 when she went to her badminton training.
Always a little caprice here and there, always a little gas to be sure it does not stall. With this first key stroke that fails systematically. A real treat !