Well since my devoted fans have been bugging me for an update to this little ego-trip, I've come to the conclusion that it might be best to do so. This time around it's time for moderately hilarious episodes from my past again. The summer before I started at my university was my first summer with a driving license... aaaand as it happens I also have a car. So basically the premise was this: me and my friends went EVERYWHERE in that accursed/beloved car. It was a saab 900 from 86... ahh the memories. It had comfy seats and it took us where we wanted, what more could we ask of it?

As the summer was drawing towards its end we decided to make a trip to Denmark. Denmark was chosen for 2 main reasons, its cheap alcohol and its slightly less restrictive alcohol policy. In Sweden you have to be 20 to buy alcohol, whereas in Denmark you only have to be 18. Fortunately you can take a large passenger ferry from my town Gothenburg to Fredrikshavn in Denmark. A couple of weeks earlier I had a break-in in my car... nothing broken, nothing stolen, just a smashed window and some feeble attempts at hotwiring the car. Well there was one thing, since the theif was inept he cut the wires to the windscreen wipers. (take note of this dear reader there will be a pop quiz later) So on the day of our fabolous journey to the promised land of milk chocolate liquor and honey beer we started early. It was a cloudy morning but we had been promised good weather in Denmark.

We get on the ferry and park our car on the parking deck, and for some reason, maybe I was paranoid after the break-in, I flip the "kill-switch" on the car. The kill-switch basically disengages the ignition. The car _can not_ be started with the key in any way when that switch is flipped. In hindsight it was perhaps one of the most retarded decisions I've made in my adult life, I mean think about it... the car is parked in by like 75 other cars... AND if you manage to maneuver the car out from that, where are you going to go ? Straight into the Atlantic ocean ? Sheesh...

After about 30 minutes of our 2 hour journey we begin experiencing heavy weather. We sit down but after a while some of my friends were starting to get seasick so we head out onto the deck to catch some fresh air (and since we're all boys/men we want to see natures forces up close). The amount of water that hits us within seconds of our exit from the ships warm interior is:
a) astounding
b) wet
c) ridiculous
d) surprising
or
e) all of the above

All who answered e) gets to collect a box of cookies and a can of soda at our next meeting. So after getting owned by mother nature in a most degrading way, we resign to staying indoors. We didn't need any greater telepathic skills to be able to read the thoughts of the rest of the passengers as we walked in. "Stupid motherfuckers". Apart from random things like ruining a staircase the rest of the journey went well.

So when we arrived in Denmark we go down to the parking deck and get in the car. We get kinda upset at the fact that it seems to take forever to open the hatch and even longer to get all the cars in front of us moving. So when it's our turn I turn the key and... nothing... absolutely nothing. We all curse our luck as the battery apparently must have discharged somehow. Friendly danish people help us tow our car til the engine starts, and the weather is actually pretty nice. Well looks like this might just work out anyway. So finally we're on danish soil, we set out to do what we came for, fill the trunk with alcohol of varying qualities. We drive up to the liquor store and park outside on the parking lot and head inside. When we return with our loot we realise... the car will probably just be as unwilling to start as on the boat. So we reside to the ageold technology of starting a car: running and pushing. It takes a couple of attempts but finally the old saab gets rolling once again.

Unfortunately this little delay made us miss the ferry back home, so we have to go renegotiate our tickets to a later ferry. Yeah they wanna talk to ALL of us... yeah that means ALL of us has to leave the car... yeah that means ALL of us has to do the old car-pushing-routine again... it gets old pretty quick, I can tell you. After a couple of hours of waiting we get on the next ferry home. Yes they made us turn off the engine on the ferry... yes we had to push the car to get it started once again. You know the part about the windshield wipers not working ? Yeah the rain is pourign down when we get back to Gothenburg. So my first maneuver is to drive through some restriction tapes which I can't see because of the rain, after this little escapade we proceeded home, very, very slowly and carefully.

A couple of weeks later I thought about the trip and was amazed at how quickly the the battery had discharged. Then it hit me... the kill-switch. I never told my comrades about this out of fear of great bodily harm.