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Ok, here we go......
Summer 2000, Poland.
My cousin's cottage is free...so obviously, our group of friends decide to go up there. My cousin (and best friend) Luke goes there with friends Igor and Sebastion at the beginning of the weekend, on a friday, while me and Luke's older brother, also my cousin, Tom, will come up to them later on, on Monday. On Sunday, me and Tom go to a local grocery store to buy food and booze for the cottage. We're also buying booze for the people that are already up there. At the end of the day of shopping, we come out of the store with five 24 packs of 500ml of beer, and some food and *somehow* manage to pack it into his car, which is a Fiat 125, "Maluch". It's size is comparable to that of a Geo or Kia...those little shits. Anyways, early Monday my dad drives me to my cousin's house, from which me and Tom depart. The car is packed with all that beer, 2 backpacks, and some food. Needless to say, the car was PACKED. Anyways, from his house to his cottage, its 220KM. We leave around 3PM. We get on the "highway"...we're barely going 70km/h. Uphill, the car slows down to 55km/h. Its pathetic.
50km outside of Warsaw...we catch a flat tire right in front of a gas station. Lucky us. We get the tire repaired and keep going. 50km after that...another flat tire. Again, in front of a gas station. 50km after that...yes, another flat tire. In front of a gas station...luckily. We get the tire repaired for the 3rd time, but my cousin decides to ride on the spare the rest of the way...even though it is technically illegal to do so. We've done 150km so far, 70 left...we get there...with no problems...none of the tires popped. Nothing. We arrived at 10Pm....it was fun...and, nothing better than to get to place where your good friends are...sit down, have a beer...and just chill. Don't have to worry about cursing or nothing... I miss the summer in Poland
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