I saw some boxers on the drive home tonight...

[Guest]

Nice, I laughed at all of them, would be nice if you did a longer one with alot more boxers being mentioned.

Cheers man, I did want to do a few more but I was a bit tired and couldn't think of any tbh.

Today though I did see Andre Dirrell driving... the object was, he was trying to park in his garage, but instead of doing that he just drove round and round the edges of his lawn instead, refusing to get inside.

[Guest]

Arthur Abraham was driving along, btw... I forgot to mention it as he was miles behind the whole time.

In the end though he started putting his foot on the accelerator and he looked to be possibly closing the gap, but still some way behind.

But then there was controversy as one of those "train crossing" barriers came down across the roadway.... Arthur carried on anyway and smashed right into it, writing off his car.

I asked him why he'd done it, but he claimed not to see the barrier. "I not see... I did not realise it was down. My car izt not hurt, it good actor."

Pretty soon after his brother came along to give Arthur's car a kick in the hood.


Strange times.

['Sugar' Freddi]

Yesterday I saw Joushua Clottey, he was walking on the highway.

Me too, with his guard up.

[dans]

.. first of all I passed Jermain Taylor, who was stuck in the middle of the road. He'd ran out of gas.

Then I saw Carl Froch, but he couldn't get out of the slow lane.

Bernard Hopkins was driving a clapped-out Ford with all the wheel trims hanging off and the hood coming open. The car was so past its best it was a total write-off, but he assured me it was actually a good condition Ferrari and still worthy of his attention for the week.


Mikkel Kessler was there - he'd crashed into a wall.

"Mikkel," I said, "didn't you see the turning?"

"Schnell," he said, "Nein... nein... I izt are und see zee turning, but I could not adapt. I had zee plan... to drive forward. But then turnings, and roundabouts... so many anglez. Very confusingshun. I could not make adjustments midway through."


Manny Pacquaio was taking a drive, too. Someone had accused him of using illegal gas to soup his car up and make it run faster, so he'd disproved them by refusing to have his engine tested and came out with a completely different car instead.


Floyd was there, too... he was driving a top range sports car, which he kept telling me was the best sports car out there, and how he was going to test it against all the great racing tracks of the world. Sadly he was content to just take it down to the local shops.

Hilarious. So true too. The Pacquiao one is actually a great description of how I would categorize that situation.

[Fox McCloud]

And... did you see Zsolt Erdei driving on our American streets?

[Pugilistic™]

good thread.

[Guest]

I saw John Scully driving along, actually. He'd crashed his car into fifteen street lamps and a nunnery, but said he should have got the decision.

It was really strange though... when I helped him out of the wreckage and got him to his feet, I tried to console him but he'd have none of it. He said that I'd only ever walked or ridden public transport, so I couldn't grasp what driving a car entailed.

What's with that?

[Akyra]

lolers!

[nomadman]

I once saw Wlad pottering along a busy high street at 5mph in a souped up lemon-yellow muscle car. There was a mile-long trail of angry drivers honking their horns in his wake. When one of drivers stuck his head out of the window and shouted an obscenity at Wlad, a ginourmous 4x4 came out of nowhere and started smashing all the other cars out the way.

[etlux]

I once saw Wlad pottering along a busy high street at 5mph in a souped up lemon-yellow muscle car. There was a mile-long trail of angry drivers honking their horns in his wake. When one of drivers stuck his head out of the window and shouted an obscenity at Wlad, a ginourmous 4x4 came out of nowhere and started smashing all the other cars out the way.

I saw Lennox Lewis driving down the street, then out of no where Vitali pulled up alongside next to him in a Rolls Royce. Lewis immediately threw a fist full of cash at his chauffeur and yelled for him to "Get me the **** outta here!" Lennox's car then desperately peeled out through oncoming traffic and hooked a turn at the next light. Vitali tried to pursue but his car wasn't fast enough to keep up with a desperate and frightened man with his foot on the accelerator.