Drive thread

I'm back

Is there something inside you?
If so, how difficult is it to explain?

How was your NYE driving?

There's something about me ha ha I remember when someone made this
LMFAO I don't drive bro :( but I do love the movie and used to be obsessed with it. Here's another old pic

dumping all drive shit since I disappoint

Who's money do i heave

> LMFAO I don't drive bro

Thank you for reinforcing the theory that all meme spouters are

I'm 19 buddy

So you were 14 or 13 when some autist started spamming the meme.

TRIP FIGHT

reminder tripfags are scum
happy new year though tripfag scum

I actually have a $400 custom drive leather jacket with armani shades, get good poorfag.

just. fucking. enjoy. my. drive. shit. please.
thats hot

Bend over and take it you old fucking hag

I have a lot more too so let's keep this going, what's your favorite scenes pals

oh yeah lmaoooo throwback

>There's no good sharks?

holy shit yes,
>how do you know he's a bad shark
>cmon just look at him!

Goodness this thread brings me back to better days on this board.

that's what I'm here for my friends....and if anyone has anything to talk about you can say it here too..

So Gosling, how was filming la la land?

I do wanna see that movie, sadly I'm not Gosling I'll cope though

The Drive era was Sup Forums's golden era. I don't even come to this board anymore.

It's a little sad honestly.

lmao I remember someone made this once in one of my threads, another person actually told me they'd kill me if they found me, even timestamped their car
I'll bring it back

someone stream Drive

me too dumb to do that

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>tfw the scene where jewman shakes Shannon's hand never gets easier to watch

Albert brooks aka Bernie rose is scumbag man

>be me
>a little socially awkward, not ugly, but have trouble keeping conversations interesting
>watch "Drive" and decide i'm going to change my life
>I will become the driver
>buy solid color henley t shirts, a jean jacket, and skinny jeans
>start college next month
>meet roommate at move in day
>"hey user, i'm stephen, its nice to meet you"
>want to respond but remember i have a new image now
>look directly at him
>letting the silence hang in the air, counting to 10 in my head
>"hey"
>he seemed a little off put but at least im not the one feeling uncomfortable for once

>one week later
>roommate asks if i want to go to a rush party with him, and these two girls he met the night before
>"ok"
>"great, but it's off campus, do you know anyone who could drive us?"
>get really excited... but remember to count to ten first
>.....
>"I drive"
>"ok, thanks bro, it'll be worth it when you see these girls. they are smoking hot. and i've been talking you up to one of them."
>i begin to get nervous, because i've never had much success with girls.
>I think about how driver would handle the situation
>say as little as possible
>be mysterious
>be in control

>on our way to pick up the girls
>I decide tonights the night i bust out my driving gloves, and my roommate notices
>"cool gloves user"
>i nod and slip in a toothpick

>pull up to the girls house
>roommate gets out to get them
>"you've got a five minute window, anything happens inside that five minutes, im yours. anything happens outside of that and your on your own. understand?"
>this is probably the single longest thing i've said to him at this point, he seems surprised
>"uh.. sure.. it wont take long"
>i take off my watch and put it on the steering wheel

>the girls get to the car and he wasn't lying, they were super hot. they were also super drunk already
>"wow stephen, you werent lying about him, he's a cute one"
>i begin to get a little nervous. my hands are sweaty as fuck from my gloves, and im wearing my quilted racing jacket (no scorpion) over my jean jacket
>remember the driver doesn't have to respond to social cues
>meet them with silence
>stephen begins to look nervous for me
>".....what's the job?"
>"uhh... the party is a few miles away... thanks again for driving"
>turn on my cb police scanner and pull out of the driveway

>the girls are now really getting into it
>they think im pretty cool, the strong silent thing is working
>girl in the backseat is touching my chest from behind
>"youre really quiet *giggle* i can't wait to loosen you up a little tonight..." she winks
>im panicking now, social anxiety is setting in
>decide to show off a little, take some turns at high speeds
>"holy shit user SLOW DOWN" stephen yells
>but the girls are liking it, laughing as they are thrown around the back seat.
>decide i'm going to cuck my roommate as the driver,
>but i need more time to show off my driving skills, and the trip is almost over
>"you wanna see somethin?"
>the girls are confused but too drunk to really respond affirmatively
>take the scenic route

Is it /fa/ to ironically wear a Drive jacket?

moar

>about 20 minutes later and it's pretty clear i've gotten us lost
>roommate is silently fuming
>"user, where the fuck are we. we should've been there fifteen minutes ago"
>silent
>the girls are quiet now too
>the only sound is Tick of the Clock by Chromatics playing on repeat, over my police scanner, as it has for the entire trip
>...."you don't need to know the route"
>roommate is pissed and begins looking up directions on his phone
>one of the girls has to pee, she asks to pull over
>i say the five minutes line again, i didn't know what else to say
>my roommate by now has decided i am an autist
>girls step out of the car, roommate does too
>I stay in the car, but i hear them all laughing.
>I think they are probably laughing at me
>grip my steering wheel and floor it, tires screeching
>hear my roommate yell "WHAT THE FUCK user"
>go back to the dorm and begin filling out roommate transfer request

dumping more for you guys

>parents bugging me to get a job
>whatever
>local pizza chain needs a delivery driver
>walk into store, wearing jeans, scorpion jacket, sunglasses, and driving gloves
>it’s pretty empty, its like 430 and only the manager is there
>”can I help you?”
>stare at him for a good minute
>he actually gets a little agitated
>I motion to the sign in the window “I drive”
>”oh, ok. You want an interview? Theres not much to it. If you can drive, and have a license, you’re pretty much hired”
>”…whats the job?”
>he looks at me a little confused
>”you deliver pizzas to the customer, and answer phones”
>fuck, I hadn’t counted on the phones
>I have severe social anxiety, I can’t really talk to people
>turn around to leave
>as I walk out the door, I turn around
>”what’s a fucking jew like you doing owning a pizzeria?”

stop ruining drive

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>be me
>24 year old kissless virgin
>match with a girl on tinder
>she wants to meet up for coffee
>fuck yeah.jpg
>only problem is I’m a beta NEET with no skills or interests
>decide becoming the driver is my best play

>I overslept the next day and had to rush to the date
>to make things worse I don’t own a car so I have to take the bus to the coffee shop
>walk into coffee store and see her sitting in a booth by the window
>im a good 20 minutes late at this point
>she is noticeably agitated that im late
>”glad you decided to show up, user”
>silence
>sit down across from her and pull a toothpick from my jacket pocket
>”yeah”
>order some pie

>”so what do you do for a living?”
>start to panic, Im unemployed and live at home still
>count to ten before answering, like the driver would
>”I drive”
>”what do you mean, you drive? Like for uber?”
>”for the movies”
>”wow user that’s pretty cool!”
>”it’s only part time”
> I think she bought it
>begin to make up stories, like I drove in fast and furious 2
>she is actually a huge fan of the series
>asks if I knew paul walker
>”yeah”
>”WOW user THAT IS SO COOL”
>at this point I know I am getting laid
>she wants to come back to my place to watch a movie
>I hesitate, knowing I can’t bring her back to my parents without shattering my image
>but I didn’t think fast enough and just said yeah so we start getting up to leave

>walk to parking lot
>pretend to look for my car, for a good five minutes
>”user, what car do you drive?”
>”s-silver chevy impala”
>mutter something about it being the most popular model in California
>we live in North Carolina so she is a little perplexed
>uhh… user, I don’t see your car anywhere
>I’m starting to sweat profusely, im hot as fuck in this jacket and gloves
>“I don’t have w-wheels, f-for my car. That’s one thing you should know about me…”
>”……what?”
>I panic and run away

>get home, check my phone, I have a new message on tinder
>”user, what happened? I thought we were having a good time?
> write back “you won’t be able to reach me on this phone anymore”
>delete tinder
>never go to that coffee shop anymore

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