There's a street in my town with a significant drop - a dip I guess. Many years ago, I had a 1982 1300CC Honda Civic hatchback and my son and I would run the Honda down that street as fast as I could get it going in available space - about 45mph. The front end would leave the ground -- it felt like the whole car went in the air, but probably not. The kid was about 5 years old and he loved it. I was in my 30s and I loved it too.
Back in the early 1980's, I regularly launched my 4 door 1970 Chevy Impala on Bush Hill Road in Manchester, CT. The rise was perfect resulting in a few inches of air between tires and road and a not too harsh a landing. Speed limit was maybe 35 MPH, but I used to hit it at 60+. Yeah, we were dumb kids.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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There's a street in my town with a significant drop - a dip I guess. Many years ago, I had a 1982 1300CC Honda Civic hatchback and my son and I would run the Honda down that street as fast as I could get it going in available space - about 45mph. The front end would leave the ground -- it felt like the whole car went in the air, but probably not. The kid was about 5 years old and he loved it. I was in my 30s and I loved it too.
Back in the early 1980's, I regularly launched my 4 door 1970 Chevy Impala on Bush Hill Road in Manchester, CT. The rise was perfect resulting in a few inches of air between tires and road and a not too harsh a landing. Speed limit was maybe 35 MPH, but I used to hit it at 60+. Yeah, we were dumb kids.
Yes, they actually are…
https://youtu.be/FzhREYOK0oo
That's a BMW, right? It would be more impressive if they used turn signals.
No. It's an early BMW.
No turn signals. No mirrors.
"Because after all, if you're in a BMW, who gives a f*** about what's behind you?"
**** SIGH ****
Isle of Mann Road race.
Insanity is contagious if you got access to a cycle...
Night driver.
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