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Yea, look above my post and you see where I am coming from. Quote:
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Ok. Im in high school. My girl and I need to get something at the store. I pull into the parking spot and hop out of the car. I start jogging around the front of the car and bam, my car hit me. I looked at my girl and was all WTF are you doing? Turns out I left it in drive and my car hit me with no one driving it.
Get my brand new Si and going to grand parents houses to show it off as ordered by my mom. My sister and I are in my car and my Fokes are behind me in my dads RSX-S at a stop light. The light turns green, i stall it, look in my rear view and my fokes are laughing their asses off. I still get made fun of for that some 18 months later. Last edited by Sirbelch; 10-31-2007 at 09:10 PM. |
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i raced a 06 mustang stage 3 roush...
i wasn’t going to,I knew he would beat me. But he kept egging me on, and my wife was like go for it. he was behind me as we were passing the last 2 cars that lead to a 6mile open stretch of straight road. i figure , i deserve a head start. Lol so do the ricer thing and before he can pass the other cars and line up with me, I drop it down into 2nd and punch it. i jump about 3 cars by the time I hit 3rd then i see his front end lift up in my rear view . no time flat he’s on my ass ...he drives behind me for ail. lets off, turns on his blinker , gets over then dominates me , the whole time im still foot down to the floor..... just to paraphrase it. I got a head start, while im winding out 3rd, he gets behind me, uses his blinker to get over then rips away from me like im standing still…. I knew he would win, but I didn’t think it was gonna be that bad of a slaughter. the car sounded awsome tho... |
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About 22 years ago...
I was driving my orange 1979 Chevette from Indiana into Ohio. It was three in the morning, I was driving some friends back home and it was freaking cold with 3 foot snow drifts. I look into the rear view mirror and see a car driving way too close for the road conditions with flashing lights in the grill. My first thought was that it was a fire official since only firemen drove cars with flashing grill lights, so I slowed down and moved over hoping I didn't slide off the road into the snow. A friend of mine sleeping in the back looks back and tells me I might want to pull over as he thought is was a cop. I pull over and sure enough, it was one of Indiana's finest. The cop gets out of his car, approaches my window and tells me I was doing 55mph in a 35mph zone. I honestly never saw the speed limit sign that showed 35mph. We continue to discuss the finer points of visible speed limit signs when he asks me to step out of the car and come back to his sqaud car. We get in his car where he gets on his radio and reads my license plate to the dispatcher. After some small talk, the dispatcher reads back the car as a "1976 Black Cadillac Sedan Deville". Mind you, I used to own that Cadillac but evidentally didn't transfer the plates to the Chevette. Well, the cop hears "Cadillac", looks at my Chevette then looks at me, then the Chevette, then me. I about soiled myself. At which point the cop breaks the silence and says "... that's not a Cadillac, is it?". I have forgotten (blocked out) the specifics, but I managed to convince him that the Cadillac was mine as was the Chevette. He writes me the ticket and is about to send me on my way when he notices that my car's front end is buried in a snow drift. He offers to help push me out of the drift, I accept. I get in the car, start the engine while the cop starts pushing/rocking the front end of my car. The car pulls free of the drift when the wheel spins and sprays slush, ice and snow all over the cop. It's at this point that I have visions of workers in the local jail's road-crew finding my pistol-whipped corpse during the spring thaw. He was actually rather cool about it. I reluctanly get out of the car only to find that my car was still stuck. The cop looks down the highway and manages to flag down and flat-bed truck, convince the driver to let me chain my car to the back and pull me the rest of the way out. As my car becomes free, the cop and I hear the sound of a car sliding down the icey highway, narrowly missing my car and the truck. It was at that point that I unchained my car, gave the truck driver a $20 bill and got the hell outta there. I have never driven that stretch of road since! |
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i stalled my a/t toyota once
still dont know how it happened, i was at a stop light, i usually put it in N when stoped just because i hate having to hold the brake, and when it turned green, i put it in gear and accelerate and the car dies was the weirdest thing... didnt even know that could happen |
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