Only good part is everyone has learned to bring a KFC 2 piece snack box and they will pass you. Rumor has it they are going to organize and the price will go up to a 3 piece meal w/ sides. [smiley=huepfenjump3.gif]
You have reminded me of a time that I had to learn how to "deal with" this type of testing, and was not up to snuff enough to pass honestly. We lived almost 8 years in Belgium, and the testing is extreme and very strict there for their vehicles and slack for us Americans was not proffered freely. Imagine, you drive extremely fast, very close together always on their autobahns and auto-routes. The cars have to be up to spec. But, there was admittedly, a short time that I needed an interim car. I had sold one car and had another on the boat from Japan on it's way, and I had to get to work for about 6-8 weeks. I bought a $200 wonder - I think it was a 2 cylinder, 15 year old Audi, but it had not been kept up to snuff for many a year, could not even reach speed limit, and lots of colorful smoke came out it's tail pipe when I would hit that gas pedal. I worked in Brussels, Capital of Belgium, 50 miles one way. Just imagine the pummeling that little car took each day. Well during the initial need to put tags on it, I had to get it inspected. I took it first to a mechanic to find out how far off tolerance it was. He told me it would cost some $2,000 just to get it to the point that I could take it for inspection, then it would fail, but we would only have to fix what they put on the failure report for one year and the lazy inspectors only looked for the first few failure points before writing up their reports. I did not want to spend that much money on an interim car, I had a brand new car coming.
What to do? What to do? I asked all the Belgian Latrine Lawyers I could find, kicked the topic around the water cooler and finally decided to try what I was being told was "guaranteed" to work. Now, remember, I am not one of these types of people who try to "Get Over." I did not grow up this way, so I was pretty uncomfortable about what I was going to try. I bought the big bottle of Jack Daniels, left it in it's brown paper wrapper on the passenger seat. I pulled into the inspection line. Never said a word to anyone about the bottle. At the end of the line, my blue smoke car pulled out, I was handed the keys and my passed inspection report. No bottle on seat anymore. I drove away, and have never driven a vehicle like that again.
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