Rode Test Track in 2006, and after the ride, I thought it would be fun to get my picture taken while sitting behind the wheel of a Corvette they had in the showroom. As I slid into the seat, I heard a very nasty, flatulent "brrrrp" sound from what I thought was me rubbing against the leather seat. It was LOUD...and got me a few stares.
Well, we left TT and were heading across to The Land....when I feel something weird on my backside....I reach around...and realize that the raspberry was really the sound of my khakis ripping....a HUGE rip that started in one corner stitch in the pocket and went all the way across and down to the middle of my seat.
So I'm there in Epcot with my boxer-clad buttcheek hanging out.
Fortunately Mouse Gears sells clothing, so I was able to buy a new set of shorts and get changed in the restroom.
Well, we left TT and were heading across to The Land....when I feel something weird on my backside....I reach around...and realize that the raspberry was really the sound of my khakis ripping....a HUGE rip that started in one corner stitch in the pocket and went all the way across and down to the middle of my seat.
So I'm there in Epcot with my boxer-clad buttcheek hanging out.
Fortunately Mouse Gears sells clothing, so I was able to buy a new set of shorts and get changed in the restroom.