Why do you need a car in Copacabana?

Waking up late, the girls decide to go to the beach. We head over to Alicia’s apartment first for them to change. On our way out, we head down to the garage under her apartment where she keeps her car stored. I don’t know why she has a car that she never drives, but she does. I’m not sure what is going on but apparently they are going to drive it somewhere and then go to the beach. The garage area is tight, but as she gets in the car, she appears to know what she is doing. Her friend and I stand to the side and she slowly pulls the car out of its parking place.

As she rolls forward, I’m still not sure what she is doing. However, she seems to be a little bit out of control with trying to steer and work the clutch. I can see she is heading for another car and a pillar. About 20 ft from them both I begin to say to myself… turn the wheel…. slow down…. turn.. turn… brake.. please brake… turn….please turn….. BAM… she runs the car right into the God Damn concrete pillar. I am not believing what I just witnessed.

I stroll around and look at the shatter right headlight and the dent under it. I know she has been taking driving lessons, but it is now more than clear that this girl can’t drive for shit.

She is still sitting in the car wondering what happened. I believe she thought she could clear it because she made no attempt to turn any further or brake. I walk over to her car door, open it and calmly ask, “Have you lost your mind?” She is partly laughing and partly in shock I think. I’m sure it jarred her pretty good. She gets out and looks at it and immediately says, “Aldaron, I need money to fix my car.”

I get in the car and pull it out of the garage. I don’t want to drive in the street because I don’t have a copy of my passport on me right now. Her friend drives and she actually does pretty well. They drop me off at the internet place and I tell them I will catch up with them later.

Later, I grab a bite to eat and head up Copacabana Avenue to Blockbuster for more Reals. Once there, I cross over to Atlantica and walk back by the beach.

Once again, it is hot and the beaches are very crowded. I can only imagine what it must be like here in January. Halfway there, I give Alicia a call and she is on the beach somewhere but I can’t spot her. She tells me she will be back at my apartment in about an hour and I head back.

I am watching some baseball in my apartment when Alicia and Anna show up. Her other friend that spent the night with us has left to go home.

They have parked outside by Debret and they want to go eat at a kilo place on Copacabana Avenue. We could easily walk but I have found that terma girls are pretty damn lazy. What’s worse, Anna is going to drive. I’m a little hesitant but I am assured that she can drive. I crawl in the backseat of this little silver egg and just shake my head. I think I have lost my mind.

We proceed up Atlantica Avenue (it’s one-way today) stopping at one of the median gas stations. I thought she needed gas, but she needs air in her tires and the guys come out and put it in.

Next, Anna pulls the car forward towards the pumps because apparently they are going to wash it. She is on the wrong side so they direct her to back up and go to the other side. However, she doesn’t back up far enough and attempts to move forward with not nearly enough clearance. If she proceeds, she will clip the gas pump. I run over and tell her to stop and to back up some more. I direct her backwards and she finally pulls to the other side and the guys start washing the car.

While we are watching them wash the car, a red truck pulls in. They are mesmerized by this red truck. One of them says “Dodge”. I inform them that is an American truck, and not a very good one at that. They are looking at this piece of shit truck about to have an orgasm. I can’t help but think that if they could see my SUV they would shit in their pants.

The car washing is complete and now they look under the hood. She doesn’t have a drop of oil on the dipstick. I try to explain to her that she has to add more than just gas to a car from time to time. She seems perplexed by this “oil” thing. I tell her that it is the same principle as when she is using KY jelly before I fuck her in the ass. The engine needs lubrication too.

Preparing to leave, I practically beg to drive the car. At this point, I am willing to risk the cops pulling me over and harassing me. However, she assures me that Anna can drive and she needs to practice. Fantastic.

We head up Atlantica again and turn left onto the main street that heads downtown and then another left back on the street that runs parallel to Copacabana Avenue behind it. We are looking for a parking place.

Along the way, Anna begins to stall the car at every single Red-light and stop sign. Like anyone learning to drive a clutch, whenever they start to feel the pressure of someone honking at them, it only leads to more stalls. I just sit back and laugh. A few months ago, I was a normal person living a normal life and now here I am in Rio for the second time in 2 months bopping around Copacabana with two terma girls in the backseat of a car. It’s funny how your life can turn on a dime.

We pass a space on a side street and Anna looks at me. Alicia asks me can I parallel park the car there. It was just another example of how these two girls seem incapable of judging distances. The car is probably 11 or 12 ft long. The space might have been 6 or 7 ft long. I tell her that I can get it in there if they give me a big enough sledge hammer. We move on finally deciding to eat at Alcazar. We had come full circle.

After eating, Anna leaves and Alicia and I head up to my place. It is Sunday night and some guys are supposed to come over tonight and watch the football game.

Around 8:00, I call Don to see if they are still coming and he says everyone is still at Terma X. Oh well. We will do our own thing then.

Around 11:30, I tell her that I am going to Terraco for a while. She asks me if I am going to Help and I say no. She sighs heavily and says, “Aldaron you so safado”. No I’m not, but I do want to hang out with a few of my friends before I leave, and I head out.

I spot Karl, Sweet and SFHombre at a table. While we are sitting there, this woman comes up behind SFHombre and starts rubbing him. I figure he knows her. Without looking up, he reaches back and starts groping her teots trying to figure out who it is. By this time, Karl and I take notice and begin to chuckle. It appears he is fondling a hideous creature that he has never met, nor would he ever want to meet. He finally looks up and the look on his face is priceless.

By this time Karl and I have tears in our eyes from laughing so hard. This creature apparently wants some wine, but Sweet is hesitant to give her any fearing she may hang around. SFHombre says, “give her the whole bottle and maybe she will leave.” At this point I can’t take anymore so I head to the bathroom with SFHombre right behind me.

When we come out, I can see she is sitting at the table now, but then she abruptly gets up and leaves. We return to the table and it seems Sweet finally told her to get the fuck away from his table. We laughed about that for another 20 minutes and I head into Help alone. I am hoping to run into Iris tonight so I can say good-bye to her.

Inside, I grab a couple of beers and sit by the entrance checking out all of the girls coming inside. I actually spot a few that I would consider stunners. I am looking for one in particular though. However, after an hour, I don’t see her so I head out. That is too bad. I really wanted to see her again before I left.

I get back to my apartment and Alicia is in bed asleep. I snuggle up next to her. Tomorrow is going to be rough.

The car washing is complete and now they look under the hood. She doesn’t have a drop of oil on the dipstick. I try to explain to her that she has to add more than just gas to a car from time to time. She seems perplexed by this “oil” thing. I tell her that it is the same principle as when she is using KY jelly before I fuck her in the ass. The engine needs lubrication too.

I'm laughing my ass off at this. This is priceless. Great read, looking forward to more.

Moondog

Dude Moondog say's it all above this message. It's a great story. Thanks brother!!

>A few months ago, I was a normal person living a normal life and now here I am in Rio for the second time in 2 months bopping around Copacabana with two terma girls in the backseat of a car. It’s funny how your life can turn on a dime.


As has been mentioned many times on this board, "once you go to Rio, your life will never be the same"

I think I have discovered a new gift to bring to the girls---Can of quaker State...he he;

Keep em coming buddy!

Sometimes you have to put it in terms that they can understand.

This is hilarious!

now about the car, I would have told her to take me to a auto store for the headlight and give me a dent-puller, and a little wax.

It is going to take more than Bondo for that dent. The headlight was so smashed, I question whether you can just slip a new light in there. She has no business driving a car.