i drive a car haha
How do you drive?
- Thread starter Legzman
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Agreed. If you're going to make a joke in a non-political thread, make sure it's considered a joke to all, who might be on this board worldwide. 
I drive just to piss people off sometimes, if Im not in a hurry. I will speed past someone and then take my foot off the gas and slow down to about 10 under the limit. The people behind you get pissed. I hate it when people do it to me so Im gettin back on the world.
I drive sensible, I do have some days that I do drive aggressive though. We have a lot of country roads out here, so I drive about 5mph the speed limit the whole time.
You should move over here to the States and become a NASCAR driver because you could get Redbull to sponsor your race team which means you will most likely get all the free Redbull you can drink! LOL:1orglaugh
Fun story of the day:::
I was driving home down the interstate. I'd just dropped my cousin off at the airport.
Things have been crazy of late - lots of things on my mind. A sister-in-Law has been diagnosed with agressive cancer and one of my cousins (we're kinda close) has been having a lot of emotional troubles. So...
There was a large trailer-truck in the right lane and I was driving a comfortable 70 mph in the left lane, setting up to pass the truck in one clear shot.
I guess I must not have been paying close attention - because as I began my approach, this other SUV guy came out of nowhere from the rightlane, cut in between ME and the Trailer and went on forward! I had to swerve left to avoid his ass end hitting my front and found myself, left half on the median and right half still on the left shoulder of the road.
I was slowly edging back because I knew that if I rapidly swung back onto the road, I was going to fish tail and at the speed I was at, I might even flip and barrel roll. And, as I was in the process of cussing the idiot and slowly edging back onto the road, it happened.
Well, my left front tyre hit something - large rock, dead animal... I dunno. Whatever it was, shoved the front end of the car waaaaaaaay too far and that's when I started spinning. Before I could say "What the ****!", I had spun around once. I distinctly remember braking intermittently while wrestling with the wheel with semi-force. One corner of my eye saw the trailer truck roar by inches from me as I was doing the second spin.
By the time my brain was screaming "Don't let the car ROLL!" I was in my third spin... and once I was out of it, I found myself facing the right way ... now in the RIGHT lane... with a knocking engine (low speed on high gear) and a smell of burnt rubber overpowering the interior. I clutched and shifted to 2nd, looked in the rear view mirror and safely rolled the car to the right shoulder.
Parked. Put on emergency lights. Turned off the engine.
And then remembered to breathe! LOL - it happened so fast!
I looked at the hood for signs of smoke. Check
I looked left and right and in the mirrors to see if I'd lost any part of the car. Check.
Mosied over my gear stick and got/tumbled out of the car from the passenger side. Looked underneath my car under the chassis. Looked like something was leaking.
Without thinking that it could be boiling hot, I stuck a finger in the dripping stream to find out if it was oil or gas. Didn't feel like either so I figured it might have been coolant (or water from the washer reservoir).
I inspected the tyres. Other than the shearing that they'd all gone through (and my left front tyre seemed to have lost some pressure from the impact) - the car looked fine.
So I got back in, started the engine. And drove slowly back home (just about 40 miles to go).
I got home, poured myself a scotch and soda and downed it down. Poured myself a second and downed that down too. After than, I drank a full half litre of water.
Now I'm nursing a whiskey and soda, wondering just how lucky I was and being just thankful that neither my beloved wife nor my precious children were in the car with me. I'll have to take a more thorough look at the car before I let my wife drive it to work (it's her car)...
All I can think off is the fact that it's probably the wide wheelbase that kept the car from doing a barrel roll. And I can't imagine how or why I didn't spin right into the path of that truck.
cheers,
I was driving home down the interstate. I'd just dropped my cousin off at the airport.
Things have been crazy of late - lots of things on my mind. A sister-in-Law has been diagnosed with agressive cancer and one of my cousins (we're kinda close) has been having a lot of emotional troubles. So...
There was a large trailer-truck in the right lane and I was driving a comfortable 70 mph in the left lane, setting up to pass the truck in one clear shot.
I guess I must not have been paying close attention - because as I began my approach, this other SUV guy came out of nowhere from the rightlane, cut in between ME and the Trailer and went on forward! I had to swerve left to avoid his ass end hitting my front and found myself, left half on the median and right half still on the left shoulder of the road.
I was slowly edging back because I knew that if I rapidly swung back onto the road, I was going to fish tail and at the speed I was at, I might even flip and barrel roll. And, as I was in the process of cussing the idiot and slowly edging back onto the road, it happened.
Well, my left front tyre hit something - large rock, dead animal... I dunno. Whatever it was, shoved the front end of the car waaaaaaaay too far and that's when I started spinning. Before I could say "What the ****!", I had spun around once. I distinctly remember braking intermittently while wrestling with the wheel with semi-force. One corner of my eye saw the trailer truck roar by inches from me as I was doing the second spin.
By the time my brain was screaming "Don't let the car ROLL!" I was in my third spin... and once I was out of it, I found myself facing the right way ... now in the RIGHT lane... with a knocking engine (low speed on high gear) and a smell of burnt rubber overpowering the interior. I clutched and shifted to 2nd, looked in the rear view mirror and safely rolled the car to the right shoulder.
Parked. Put on emergency lights. Turned off the engine.
And then remembered to breathe! LOL - it happened so fast!
I looked at the hood for signs of smoke. Check
I looked left and right and in the mirrors to see if I'd lost any part of the car. Check.
Mosied over my gear stick and got/tumbled out of the car from the passenger side. Looked underneath my car under the chassis. Looked like something was leaking.
Without thinking that it could be boiling hot, I stuck a finger in the dripping stream to find out if it was oil or gas. Didn't feel like either so I figured it might have been coolant (or water from the washer reservoir).
I inspected the tyres. Other than the shearing that they'd all gone through (and my left front tyre seemed to have lost some pressure from the impact) - the car looked fine.
So I got back in, started the engine. And drove slowly back home (just about 40 miles to go).
I got home, poured myself a scotch and soda and downed it down. Poured myself a second and downed that down too. After than, I drank a full half litre of water.
Now I'm nursing a whiskey and soda, wondering just how lucky I was and being just thankful that neither my beloved wife nor my precious children were in the car with me. I'll have to take a more thorough look at the car before I let my wife drive it to work (it's her car)...
All I can think off is the fact that it's probably the wide wheelbase that kept the car from doing a barrel roll. And I can't imagine how or why I didn't spin right into the path of that truck.
cheers,
