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@t3@f01THREE GUYS FROM OLDENBURG

@t3@f01by RokDaZone


@t5@f00O.k.,  this  one`s the sad story about
the   odysee   of   three   young  and
dynamical  guys  from Oldenburg...  As
you maybe all know (I don`t think so!)
Oldenburg   is  a  mid-sized  city  in
Lower-Saxony/Germany  and  it  is also
our  hometown.   By talking of `we`, I
am   thinking   of  Higgie/GLOOM,  Sir
G.P./DEALERS and myself.

It  was  a cold and foggy weather that
evening  of  the  29th  of November...
And  this  evening, we wanted to drive
to  the  GLOOM-meeting in Scheersberg.
This time however I`m sure that you do
not   know  were  Scheersberg  is,  so
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here`s a rather small description.

@t6Name    :@t2 Scheersberg
@t6Classification: @t2small village
@t6Location:@t2 the very north of Germany
          (near the Danish border)
@t6Distance:@t2 about 300 km from Oldenburg

@t5We  started our trip at 6.30 pm ( just
1.30  hours  delay!!  ) and first went
to  the savings bank of our driver Sir
G.P.   (  He found n o parking bay, so
he  took  one  reserved for handicaped
people  and  Higgie started to perform
his  best role - the sexual spastic!!!
)  And  at about 7.00 pm, we continued
our journey ( Sir G.P.  had to do some
chats  with  friends  first,  while we
were    standing    outside   freezing
Brrr!!!)  and  first  had  a real good
time but soon faced reality.
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@t5I had just started to fall asleep when
a   sudden  voice  maked  me  awake...
"Hey,  Rok.   What`s  dat  fuckin` red
lamp   meanin`?"  Sir  G.P.   snarled.
"Well, I think there`s something wrong
with  da power supply, " I said with a
bad  feeling  inside  my stomach - not
exactly  knowing,  what  was  going on
there,  but with the asureness that it
would   not   be  that  pleasant!   We
stopped  at  the next gasoline station
and  I  asked a truck driver for help.
He  was  very friendly and took a look
at the motor ( by the way, we all have
really  no  knowledge   about   motors
Higgie  even has no driving lisence ).
Suddenly he began to grin:"Well, folx.
The  lightmachine's probably fucked up
and  the motor will break down forever
in ...  hmm ...  Well let's say 500km!
So  better  search a telephone to call
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@t5home.  'Ve gotta take sum sleep - Good
luck,  buddies..."  Uh-oh,  gonna be a
nice night, wasn't it?

Well,   none-the-less  we  decided  to
continue our journey (What else should
we  do  -  our  hometown  was  in same
distance  as  our destination?) and so
we did...  In Hamburg we found another
gasoline  station  and  asked  a  real
mechanic  what  to  do:  " Hmm, better
try   it,  but  I'm  afraid  somewhere
between here and Flensburg the battery
will  be  outta  power..."  and he was
right, because as we were just passing
Neumuenster  on  the  highway suddenly
the light went out!  Imagine this:  We
were  driving on a highway where there
was  n  o  speed-limit  in the darkest
night  (about  11  p.m.)  without  any
light...   horrible!!!   With a little
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@t5luck  we  soon  found a way to get off
the   highway   and   drove   back  to
Neumuenster  to  find another gasoline
station,  but this time we had no luck
and  soon  even  the  motor started to
stutter.    Sir   G.P.    was   wildly
twitching  with his head as he steared
the car from there to nowhere, because
noone   of   us   has   ever  been  to
Neumuenster  before.   I  shut my eyes
hoping,  this  would  have  been a bad
dream  from  whom I would awake, laugh
about  it  and  than  tell  it  to  my
parents  while the breakfast, but this
was no dream...
Suddenly  the motor broke down and Sir
G.P.   jumped on the brakes.  Slowly I
opened  my  eyes  and realised that he
managed  to find a big public  parking
place.     Silently   we   looked   at
eachother  and  than  outside  to  see
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@t5where   we   were   stranded  and  ...
hysterically  laughed  our  heads  of,
when   realising  that  this  was  the
parking-place    of   a   very   biiig
discotheque  (or club, or whatever you
may  call  it...  ), the biggest piece
of  surreal art is real life itself!!!
After a short discussion about what to
do  now, we decided to step inside the
club (I take club, because discotheque
is  too much to write for my poor tiny
little  hands!).   We had to pay 7,-DM
entrance  fee and the drinks also were
quite  expensive  -  that  was  not so
positive.     I    more    liked   the
'Bingo-Game'(?)   and  the  'Miss  Wet
T-Shirt'   competition...   Well,  you
see...   (I'm a sexist, I know.  Again
shame on me!  ) Never-the-less we left
this  club soon, because Sir G.P.  did
not want to take part in the 'Mr.  Wet
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@t5T-Shirt'   competition.    Pity   that
(Yuk!)...
Well,  after  this pleasant episode we
got  back to the car to find a further
gasoline  station  and - believe it or
not  -  the engine started at once and
even  worked  properly  but  still the
light  was off.  After about 5 minutes
of  driving  we  found a telephone and
tried to call the ADAC but after about
one  minute  the  line  broke down and
nothing more happened.  So we tried it
again  but never got the ADAC again on
the  phone.  Than Higgie tried to call
Yazoo/  GLOOM  and even got his father
on the phone but this brave man simply
yelled:   "ARE  YOU  SILLY?  DON'T YOU
KNOW  THE  TIME???   IT'S  1  A.M.!!!"
"Yes,   but  sir..."  Higgie  started,
however:   >>>  Click  <<< What a nice
father...    Now,  I  decided  to  get
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@t5active  and  phoned the police.  After
one hour the cops finally arrived just
to  tell us that they were not able to
help  us,  because  there  are  no  24
hour-service  stations  in Neumuenster
and  they  told us to take a room in a
hotel  (  later we even tried this but
did not get no single room...) and off
they  drove  -  Great!!!  But finally,
some  friendly young guys helped us to
find a place to park the car near to a
Shell-service   station   by   firstly
taking  us  between two other cars and
than  -  after  our  motor  broke down
totally  -  bringing  along  a rope to
pull  ours...
Nice,  eh?   Well,  than  a long night
inside  our Polo followed:  Three guys
in sleeping bags inside this small car
and    in    addition    HIGGIE   with
flatulences, who later even started to
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@t5snore!!!   The  next  morning condence
water  dropping from the ceiling maked
us  awake.   We tried to drive our car
the last 300 metres to the station and
we  were lucky!  The mechanic promised
to  fix the car within three hours for
the  very  cheap price of just 300,-DM
(=  about  200$)  !!!  Oh, Yes we were
lucky...   sob!   But somehow Sir G.P.
managed to get the money from his bank
(Euro-Cheque,  we  love you!!!) and we
used  the  three  hours to have a good
breakfast  in  a cafe and for a little
walk     through     the    city    of
Neumuenster.
Well,  nothing  more  to  say but:  We
managed  (after  loosing  our  way for
several  times) to get to our goal and
drove  back  home  about 4 hours later
(AARGH!!!)  and even that we had a lot
of  bad  luck  there  was at least one
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@t5positive  point SINCE THEN I KNOW WHAT
THE   LIGHT-MACHINE   IS  AND  HOW  IT
WORKS...   1991, I am outta here!  See
ya...

   @t6                  >>> RokDaZone <<<

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