Poor ergonomic design and scandalous "incidents" - tsk, tsk!!!
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Poor ergonomic design and scandalous "incidents" - tsk, tsk!!!
So, after a very indulgent dinner and some rather scandalous moves on the dance floor last night, my "incident" (that's what I've been calling my dates lately, that or "trick") and I returned to the TT for the long ride home... Naturely, I suggested a long "scenic" route home, with intentions of stopping and seeing some "sights" on the way home... Well, sure enough the scenic overlook that we "happened" upon provided the perfect reprieve, despite the pitch darkness and no idea of what we were supposed to be able to see... hee, hee...
Well, I've got to tell you, this little "incident," (see above) caused my only real complaint with the TT to date: very poor interior design re: interior nooky (hanky panky, gettin' your groove on, etc... I never know what you youngsters are calling it these days - Denny calls it "climbin' the cannon... hee, hee). Don't German engineers "have it off" in their cars? and shouldn't this be a design consideration? I'm writing a letter to AoA.
Despite any number of seat adjustments and even a half-hearted attempt at folding the rear seats down (I'm 6'2", shouldn'ta even bothered...), The Raven(ous) One foiled all of my amorous startegies, until we had to resort to the great outdoors, despite a light mist... The one and only time I've missed my Grand Cher. since The Raven(ous) One arrived, alas...
Ouch (scratch, scratch) I think I have poison ivy (I won't say where), again...
Well, I've got to tell you, this little "incident," (see above) caused my only real complaint with the TT to date: very poor interior design re: interior nooky (hanky panky, gettin' your groove on, etc... I never know what you youngsters are calling it these days - Denny calls it "climbin' the cannon... hee, hee). Don't German engineers "have it off" in their cars? and shouldn't this be a design consideration? I'm writing a letter to AoA.
Despite any number of seat adjustments and even a half-hearted attempt at folding the rear seats down (I'm 6'2", shouldn'ta even bothered...), The Raven(ous) One foiled all of my amorous startegies, until we had to resort to the great outdoors, despite a light mist... The one and only time I've missed my Grand Cher. since The Raven(ous) One arrived, alas...
Ouch (scratch, scratch) I think I have poison ivy (I won't say where), again...