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Başka bir sitede bozkurt abim sağolsun çevirmişti ingilizceye mevcut yani
Dear Honda Factory,
Back in ’91, I was so damn excited on the day I was born. They have assembled me so carefully that I felt so much precious and valuable. I got a dozen of photos along with my brothers in different colors side by side. I passed thru a number of tests in the car factory till I realized that the real test was about to begin. My place has been reserved at the back of a trailer which would take me to the airport with 2 black, 3 red and 2 white brothers of mine. We chatted all the way on board.
When I got off the aircraft, the first thing I saw was the sign: “Turkey”. Since I was Japanese and a little bit short one, in the beginning they dispersed me a lot. A 5’10” tall guy owned me and I was taken to a place called customs something I guess. When I opened my eyes I saw my plate number was starting with 34, but did not know for which city they stand for. The first day we spent with my owner was nothing but running tests. The first ride was not that good just because he was not used to me yet, but of course I did not deride his efforts.
That night the weather was marvellous. Another car which was shorter in length but an inch taller than me has approached which I guess was a Peugeot 106. It was the time I just realized that my owner took me out just to race him! We were side by side with the other car and my owner for the first time called my name “C’mon baby girl! Let’s jerk this bitch off!” I was touched in the heart but immediately recovered and focused on the race. I think I was over motivated that my feet started to skid and I was puzzled where to go. Suddenly, my D16 engine got full control and continued to roll. I had fever like 200 Fahrenheit. We were side by side at second gear. I was not keen to mercy this bitch, so I shifted to third gear. But it happened so fast that my feet started to skid again. Thanks to my legendary third gear I buzzed away. I was just waiting for this thing to come to an end. Then my owner put on the brakes when I took the hard smell of the brake pads for the first time in my life. I stopped as quickly as I could. My owner shut my door with pride and leaned on me. Meanwhile my radiator fan chilled me out and dropped my fever.
Since that day, quite a long time passed. I changed a lot. I now have angle eyes. I have new shoes, too. Rumors say they value a Grant! That is why I try hard to liveup to it.
One day my owner took me to a greasy, dirty place called a "workshop". I was not used to be in such a junk yard and I was so badly wanting to get out of there, however, I heard that I would stay for at least another 15 days in here. But do not fear my dear factory, I ** quite all right!
I realized why I was there, when I noticed the turbocharger by my heart. Since the first day of implantation, I ** loving my turbo. When my owner pushes the throttle, my turbo fills me with a hell of gas and when it blows suddenly I cannot control myself and ride like doom! My feet continuously skids, due to power I guess, but I ** more than happy with it.
Recently, a truck bumped into my right eye, but my owner replaced it immediately. They really take care of me in here.
I still outstrip others nowadays. Besides, recently I happened to be the first in a prize race and they gave my owner a cup. I feel very happy when I see him happy.
I really got older my dear factory. I still remember those days when my friends were owned by wealthy people. But those snobs sold us, their first loves, for Porches or Ferraris. Now I realize that genuine fortune is in the heart. I want it so badly that one of those snobs comes by me and steps on the gas nowadays.
Oh, by the way, you never told me my dear factory, that I have a new brother, and you named him CR-Z, which I yet have not seen one on the road. I hope no snob owns one of them like we have been owned once. I do not want anyone to ride a CRX without having any idea of what a CRX really is.
In summary, my dear plant, my owner really takes care of me. He is so in love with me that he bought a friend of mine for me. I thought he was going to give me away, but I realized that this will never happen. Be content my dear plant, Turks are CRX maniacs that do a lot of work with little money. And I really ** comfortable here.
With love,
ahauaha crx hikayesi güzelde tünayın hikayeler fantazi tadında![]()
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aynen okurken benimde gözlerim yaşardı valla. böle şeyler nedense gözlerimi yaşartır hep bide zamanında bir yazı okumuştum onuda yaplaşmak isterim.
Öve,anlata bitiremediler su Honda'yı çoğunluğu dinledim ve ilk arabamı aldım.v-tec2 beyaz insanı kendine çeken bir arabaydı,yada bana göre öyleidi.Sonra merak edindim honda nedir bileyim derken bi forum sitesi buldum hondacılara özel.herkez bişey söylerdi burada fakat ortak nokta honda aşkıydı,Kim ne dese anlamsız oldu,kulaklarımı tıkadım büyüttüm honda olayını abarttım takıntım oldu;ve yıllar geçti Honda ile.Hiç bilemem belkide elalem hakkımda ne düşündü?mecnunamı ,aptalamı benzetti beni.ve yine Kim ne dese anlamsız oldu;
onların arabası benim ise Honda'm vardı...
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