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Es geht mir jetzt schon auf den Hammer. Schei0 Fußball! In jeder noch so depperten Fernsehwerbung die nicht im entferntesten damit zu tun hat kommen depperte Fußballer vor. Schei0 Fußball! Dabei hat die WM noch garnicht angefangen. Wie wird sich das noch steigern!

Nichtsdestotrotz weiß ich jetzt schon dass ich mich an irgendeinem Abend einfach vor die Glotze knotze und mir mit Chips und Bier ein willkürlich ausgewähltes Spiel reinziehe und brav mitfiebere: Schias!!! Wappla!!! Ja, ich wurde in der Schule immer als letzter gewählt, wenn es um die Aufstellung einer Fußballmannschaft ging. Und auch beim Basketball. Und auch beim Volleyball. Und auch beim Handball. Und auch beim Woswasiwosdonuoisgibtball. Ich war ja schließlich auch der Mathe-Wissenschafts-Strebertyp, der nie eine Freundin hatte und. He, ich verfehle das Thema. Schei´Fußball!

Truck from somewhere in the near east, in bad shape, driving on highway. US Army convoy notices, declares it a threat, wants to get it off road. Driving fast. Bump in left turn, truck comes off, breaks through wall. US Army starts to secure place of accident. Behind wall, next to mountain, a bus with muslims having pee-break, think this is attack. Shooting. Muslims hide at mountain, US Army at wall. Grenade launchers, machine guns and bazookas. I should die, but ignore it. I hide behind heavy wall until silence. Above me, I see a kind of heavy gate opening cumbersomely: US army activates secret autonomous “gun machine” with four heavy barrels. Had been secretly built at various places to be activated remotely in case of threat, constructed for undefined targets. I expect the silent raging muslims coming over the wall every minute. Finally, the heavy gun machine raises above wall, but no shooting. I dare to look up, taking gun machine into control. Everybody gone or dead, only some bombs left. I shouldn’t shoot at them. I can leave.

Just some facts: Deregistration confirmed, car insuration cancelled by today, keeping current bonus level for next car. Bought car at May 29th, 2001. Drove about 14,600 km since March 2005. Sale price nearly covers all repair costs since November 2005. Obsolescence of €3,224 within 5 years means a yearly amount of about €644 and a monthly amount of €55. Including the uncovered repair costs of last year, which are about €900, I had a monthly expense of €71, which is quite the amount of an old Austrian “Tausender”. Including all repair costs, gasoline and insurance, this raises to about €190-200 per month. Cheers!

I didn’t think that it would go so quickly: I received a call yesterday evening at 19:00h, and 2 hours later my car was sold. I agreed to drive it to the potential buyer, Doris ascorted me with her Smart, and we arrived shortly after 20:00h. The potential buyer and a friend of him had a look at my car, they didn’t even want to take a test drive, as I just had gone over the highway, and that was proof enough for them. The buyer wanted to beat the price down to €700, and I finally agreed, as it was obvious that the car wasn’t in its best shape.

So, we filled out the act of sale in his livingroom and did the deal. We met once again this morning, where I handed him out the latest ÖAMTC-attestation. With this, he will care for the deregistration tomorrow.

Ich sehe immer öfter - vor allem im Winter - junge Menschen in Jacken mit pelzberandeten Kapuzen. Diese Jacken sind meist grau oder zumindest dunkel, manchmal aber auch weiß. Auffällig ist aber die Kapuze, die am Rand mit einem hellen, flauschigen Pelz abgeschlossen ist.

Das alleine ist ja noch nicht das Kuriose, sondern, dass diese Pelzkapuzen stets im Rudel auftreten: Wo eine ist, ist der Rest der Bande nicht weit. Pro Bande wird selbstverständlich nur exakt das gleiche Modell getragen. Allesamt, ob männlich oder weiblich, sind die Mitglieder etwa 180cm groß, schlank, und um die 23 Jahre alt. Hinzu kommt ein kleiner Tussi- bzw. Prolo-Faktor.

War ich auch mal so komisch? Nun gut, bei mir waren’s die unsäglichen “Grunger”-Hemden, aber bitte, da war ich 15/16. Und von Jeans brauchen wir sowieso nicht sprechen.

March 2005. My wreck, ahem... my car already has problems getting “the sticker”, i.e. the sticker which signs it as being technically okay. A repair cost of €350 occurs.

August 2005. During our drive into our holidays, the back of my exhaust pipe rust through and broke off. €130 in botch.

September 2005. Can’t drive backwards, something is blocking. The brakes break. €319.50 make them new.

November 2005. Actually, can’t remember what happened. €220 at mate’s rates at Roli’s garage.

December 2005. Just a few days later I’m back to Roli. Exhaust pipe front, rust through, €143.

January 2006. Engine is dying off after some minutes of drive. Roli thinks to have found the failure at the fuel injection. €136.

February 2006. Engine still dying off, this time at the beginning of our drive into a holiday weekend. ÖAMTC tows us to Roli. Rent a car. After days Roli finally found out, car didn’t start anymore, starting module replaced, €292.

After one year, the hell of €1590.50 have been thrown out of the window. First steps towards selling the car are coming up.