911heaven |
06-29-2022 04:31 AM |
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Originally Posted by Glenfield
(Post 11728237)
We are allergic to the letter “r” and hate pronouncing it. Probably just that … Would make exception for a 911R though.
For some brevity, I was being regaled by a Pommie called Rusty once about how funny Kiwi and Australian lexicon is. He was recounting a time he was driving trucks in Australia and working on sheep farms in the 90s. Bunking down with a shed full of “dinky-di” Aussies (there’s another one) and he needs to pass wind. Correctly figuring that no one will be too offended, he doesn’t hold back … out from the bunk next door comes “Jesus Rusty, any more choke and she’d probably turn-over!!”
Don’t mind interrupting this thread and taking it way off base.
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No worries! Some good history and stories. I got some too. Late 90's I took employment from a Kiwi boss, who I was introduced to. I chased down I sports cars and 4Wd's for the Kiwi and Aussie market as requested. Eventually we fell out, but before that a lot of history and good stories. Here's one! On arrival in Sasayama which I thought was a beautiful mountainous place, I met Nigger, one of Barry's employees. Now I don't condone that term, nor will I use it from now. I will simply refer to him as N. I never did learn his real name, nor did anyone else know it because he had that name in NZ before, so that is what he liked to be called, everyone referred to him with that name.
Now "N" was a white scruffy guy who worked 16 hours a day. He took pride in his work and his working class status working for Barry (from years and years before in NZ). He was a panel beater and a good worker. I saw once he broke a 911 windscreen putting it into a 930/911 and he didn't eat for 3 days out of guilt for Barry. Barry said it was Ok but N didn't rest. Mind you he was working for Barry then under the table on a 3 month tourist visas for years. Those were the days, the early days. Not to labor that. Back in those days Barry's Japanese parter in bus. was a Japanese named Kito, who had a right hand man named Aso. I often heard commands from the top telling Assho-le and N to go pick up parts for certain cars, which they did since it was their job. I didn't last too long there because I was a free lance guy, didn't need them. They were all ass h-le car dealers anyway... I wised up. Anyway, got more stories, but that is where I learned my Aussie/Kiwi vernacular. :)
Oh Gee! This is one funny story I forgot to post last night. Now N is the most honest guy you could meet. If you called him a liar he'd probably punch you in the mouth! True story and mid to late 90s N was coming back for like a tri annual trip working for Barry under the table on tourist visa. Barry was in the car waiting at the airport to pick N up. Coming through immigration the officer says to N -- How long are you staying? Three months was the answer. Official says have you got any money? N just stared at him blankly and then replied -- hang on! He dug through his pockets and threw up a couple handfuls of coins and a few scrunched up 1000 yen notes (mind you Japanese would never scrunch up their notes of any value, for that is culturally unacceptable). By now there were three officials there on site. They said - you can't stay here for three months with this!! N's reply was honest saying -- Mate! Just came for a look! I didn't come to buy the f-ckin place! They let him right in...:)
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