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Just picked my 17 year old daughter and her friends up from a party. Dropped the friends home, got within 200m of home and my daughter hurled against the inside of the windscreen - not much thankfully and it doesn't smell bad.
I've cleaned the worst of it off with microfibre cloths. I'll clean the windscreen with isopropyl alcohol tomorrow. What's good for cleaning the dash?
Reminds me of when I was her age, a friend was getting a lift back in another mate's immaculate car. As they were drunk the driver had left the windows down just in case. Drunk person decided they were going to hurl, "opened" the window and then hurled against the now closed window. Happy days!
Reminds me of when I was her age
I was a wee bit older but me and a mate worked in a bar/restaurant.
They put on a staff party one night and I got absolutely bladdered but my mate was driving (his dad's car)
End of the night he ran me and 2 girls home. I'm in the back seat with a girl I'd been chasing for ages. I'm absolutely smashed. I lay down in the back and put my head on her lap. About 30 seconds later I vomited all over her and the back of my mate's dad's car🤮🫣😂
I remember my brother having to clean up his friend's frozen chunder off our door step on Christmas day morning 🤣 ahhh great days
I remember driving a mate home from a "club". Was actually a shit hole on the outskirts of Aylesbury. I new him reasonably well but didn't know exactly where he lived.
It was fun driving with one hand, whilst holding his head out the passenger window to ensure he vomited outside the car and trying to get directions from him. Fortunately the AX wasn't that wide.
Happy days.
What’s good for cleaning the dash?
Your daughter as soon as she wakes up tomorrow.
What you use to clean will depend on how precious you are about the car, did her chunder enter into any facing vents or screen vents?, if so you’ll need to pop them out.
A mate did similar in my mk2 golf but his chunder was epic, admittedly I hit a humpback bridge at decent speed, slight take off then landed and I heard an “Oh” from him before a 10 pint topped up by buckfast tsunami poured out and exploded onto the windscreen and bounced back all over us, he shit himself as well just to make things worse. The 10 odd mile drive home was not pleasant and it took 4 days of stripping, cleaning, scrubbing and washing the interior of the car back to a bare internal shell - headlining out, dash, seats, carpets, etc and stripping the heater matrix completely as it got into everywhere through the screen vents.
He still owes me for that one, he’s getting married next may though….could be a good tale to tell.
Cos it’s funny, just is.
Such as I found this amusing, Airbus Atlantic- 700 staff sick after Christmas dinner
This isn't Christmas related unfortunately but I was on the train with a mate after an all day session. Going back a few years, mk1 coaches and we were slumped in the vestibule. All of a sudden he decides he needs to spew but despite the adjacent bog he thought it would be better to do it out of the window. At 100mph. I managed to dive out of the way as most of it came back into the train, splattering everywhere as it did so. Plenty of wipe down surfaces but you ain't getting sick out of those carpets.
Bad enough when my son threw up at the party and had it all down his jeans, that smell just from being in the car took days to shift.
If it's not got into porous surfaces, you might be OK with a good wipe over with bicarbonate, the smell is mainly butyric acid which is foul but neutralise that and it'll get better. Or, in one of life's great chemical mysteries, the esters smell nice as anything, so cover it with more alcohol and make it smell of pear drops.
If it's in the fabric, you're *ed and not in the nice way. Odour bomb might work but if there's still chunder in places you didn't reach, it'll start all over again. Large bucket comes with me on any party pick up now.
Most nervous I'd ever been in that situation was when I arrived at pick up one time and this girl he barely knew from college was mortal. The party had gone sour because of gatecrashers and the police were even there, and one of these informed me that my mildly coherent son had said that 'My Dad's OK, he'll give her a lift home'
But knowing where she lived was only part of it, my son typed it into the satnav on my phone but in that genius way that 17 year olds think typed in Queens Road and hit enter. I was miles away in the sticks wondering best way back to the A3 and just followed it. But instinct said I was going the wrong way even though the Satnav number was getting smaller. Only to then realise Brains had thought every ****ing road in the country had a unique name and so Queens Road would only lead to one place. Er, no, there's a Queens Road in Molesey, where we were heading, not the Queens Road in Godalming we needed. Hence making a 15 mile detour by the time this was realised with a primed and ready barely identifiable chunder bomb in the back.
To finish story off, when I asked whether her Mum and Dad were in son corrected me with 'her Dads' - and from somewhere produced the info that one of her Dads was in but he had a friend over to visit and they'd been drinking which is why they hadn't been able to come out to get her. When i got there and dropped off (and apologised for the state of her for some reason, as if it was my responsibility) he was grateful but also clearly a bit pissed off, I later learned (how son got this info IDK) but friend was the sort you meet online and daughter out at party was supposed to lead to some grade A action while other Dad was away. So while I got *ed over that night, her Dad didn't which is some consolation I suppose.......
Out in Blyth with a survey crew, newly introduced midnight curfew. Last minute dash back to boat saw 9 or 10 of us persuade a taxi to take all of us with a handful of cash. One of the surveyors (ex public school head girl) spewed all over the inside of the packed taxi, leading to a chain reaction. Drive stopped immediately but happend to be on a bridge over a dual carriageway, 4 of us hurling off the railings onto the road below made quite the splatter.
SIL suffers bad travel sickness. MrsF was driving back from Buxton and sister said she was OK on the twisty roads. Nope she wasn't. Wound the window down and chucked up. Except, the car was moving. The driver behind swerved to avoid the flying chunder, but there was blowback. I was finding 'bits' for weeks. They 'suposidly' hosed the side of the car off before they brought it home, not very sussessfully. It was inside the door seals, blowback on front and rear chairs, capet.
Just pray, OP, nothing has gone down the blower vents. Warm water and carpet shampoo for soft furnishings.
At least they didn't 'hoover' up the sick - a colleagues son's friend threw up in a taxi, and to avoid the fine, they got the hoover out and hoovered the worse up, and cleaned the rest. Said hoover was 'left' by son for mum to find. In the tip it went.
Thanks all, looks like I've got away with it. No bad smells this morning or stains, it was worth cleaning it last night / this morning.
Thanks all, looks like I’ve got away with it. No bad smells this morning or stains, it was worth cleaning it last night / this morning
Great news!
I had one of our children 🤮 all over their car seat way back in the day.
I used so many products to eliminate the milky 🤮 smell over several weeks. Eventually it dissipated.
Now I’d be inclined to call in the lease early and change cars. 🤢
Bad enough if the milk carton leaks in a car, rancid smells until your nose gets used to it
Many years ago at uni...
One if those "just before the holidays" nights at the Union, drink the bar dry, £1 a pint type things.
The booth across from us had a mixed group in it including an absolutely paralytic girl, she was completely out of it. The guy next to her obviously thought he was in there, so he'd got his arm round her, getting increasingly handsy, she was slumped on his shoulder.
Suddenly she half woke up enough to chunder all over his lap.
Karma right there.
My sister was on a bus on a hot day after a heavy session. She knew she was going to hurl so managed to get her head out of the window and projectiled like a scene from the exorcist.
The now wind-assisted chunder travelled the length of one window, then re-entered the bus via the open window after that and splattered the unfortunate people sat there 😂
A mate overdid it one night when he was back home from uni - ended up sat on the pavement outside the pub when someone who'd been an absolute bellend at school decided to take the piss out of him, only to have Chris throw up all over his shoes
Seeing as this has turned into a 'spewy tales' kind of thread...
It was traditional at our caving club to have a skinfull and next morning go over to Imgleton for breakfast in Bernies Cafe. Parking in Ingleton can be difficult at times so you go round the one way system until you strike lucky.
Wife is in the back, getting greener by the minute until finally, window goes down and she projectile vomits, just as we are passing three pensioners sat on a bench outside the old folks home opposite Bernies. No spaces, so driver goes around as usual. As we come back full circle, said pensioners all 'duck and cover' not wanting a second hit.
Sue's Drive-by Puking is still legendary in certain circles.
One more from the dim and distant past.
RAF Cadets at school - a bunch of us on Easter Camp at RAF Odiham got taken up in a Chinook. A few opportunities to hang out the rear door, visit the cockpit and so on and then the pilots started some "enthustiastic" training manoeuvres which prompted one cadet to fill not one, not two, but THREE sickbags.
He was henceforth known as the Chinook Chunderer.
😂
Had something similar happen with an old girlfriend many years ago
Picked her up after a night out with her work friends in my Escort Rs Turbo that id spent most of the day washing, polishing, hoovering and detailing
She was very drunk and we are drving along the m27 to her digs in Southampton (student nurse) and she begins to reach!
Window down, head and torso out at 70mph! i slowed to 50mph and managed to pull her back in once she had finished, gets her back in the car and the wind had pulled her top right down, she had no bra on so they were all hanging out and covered in sick! car was fine though thank god!
The climbing club had an 'enthusiastic' last night in the pub on Lundy. One of the team had a six-bagger on the way back to the mainland, known thereafter as six-bags alex.
A few of us used to lift share about 20 years ago. Quite often running late for work, one morning the front seat passenger was still half cut and announced he was going to chuck up. No time to stop he hurled out of window. It was a red AX GT complete with faded pink bodykit. The acid brought up a lovely stripe in the plastics that no cleaner could rival.
A friend who couldn't wind the window down quick enough spent his weekend looking for a matching door interior panel (also mk2 golf).
Having learnt my lesson there, next time I had a puker on board I had a van with hose downable interior, somewhat ruined the mood of giving my mates sister and her best friend a lift home though 😂
SWMBO never falls asleep in the car. Apart from this one time...
New job for me. Hire car until my company car came in. Boozy night out for her, she starts snoring as I drive down the M56.
She wakes up and starts fiddling with the window switch up and down. I open the back window on her side to stop the buffeting. She sticks her head out of the window and hurls.
Cue a rather impressive go-faster stripe on the exterior. And some of her puke hit me on the back of my head due to the back window being open. I was still digging lumpy bits out of the door/window seals until the day that car went back.
Was actually a shit hole on the outskirts of Aylesbury.
Rectory Farm?