biggy238
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Well, I had myself talked into shopping for a Jetta A5 TDi. I stopped in a lot knowing I had better find out if I even fit in the car before I do any serious looking. We cruise the lot, find an MK5 (knockoff?) Jetta that has huffs and the GLI grille. My plan all along was to buy the car and have the grille swapped to the GLI front end and put on hufeisens.
We jump out and investigate this car as the sales lady comes across the lot to speak to us. I told her I was in town for business and wanted to check the car out without the wife. She offered to get the keys and I said sure. We unlock the doors and she immediately went to slide the seat back. It was back already, maxxed out even. A flurry of thoughts shot through my mind on how to get my 6'4, non petite ass into that car. After getting one leg in, popping a hip like a shotgun, and smacking my head on the pillar, I crank my head over to look back out to see my friend Derek nearly in tears, silentlly wincing in laughter behind this poor woman, who has a look of horror on her face as if she would have to call ems to extract my whale ass from this gokart. Halfheartedly knowing I would have trouble before we got to the lot, I had to fight off my own laughter to not concern the saleswoman anymore than she already was.
I didn't have the heart to investigate any further, but I would like to know if there is any damn thing to do to one of those cars to accomodate a large frame individual? The issue was really that the seat bottom was too high and I couldn't find the lever to lean back, which would have had me in the rear seat anyway.
We jump out and investigate this car as the sales lady comes across the lot to speak to us. I told her I was in town for business and wanted to check the car out without the wife. She offered to get the keys and I said sure. We unlock the doors and she immediately went to slide the seat back. It was back already, maxxed out even. A flurry of thoughts shot through my mind on how to get my 6'4, non petite ass into that car. After getting one leg in, popping a hip like a shotgun, and smacking my head on the pillar, I crank my head over to look back out to see my friend Derek nearly in tears, silentlly wincing in laughter behind this poor woman, who has a look of horror on her face as if she would have to call ems to extract my whale ass from this gokart. Halfheartedly knowing I would have trouble before we got to the lot, I had to fight off my own laughter to not concern the saleswoman anymore than she already was.
I didn't have the heart to investigate any further, but I would like to know if there is any damn thing to do to one of those cars to accomodate a large frame individual? The issue was really that the seat bottom was too high and I couldn't find the lever to lean back, which would have had me in the rear seat anyway.
