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Since my kid wouldn't know half of the shit I did back then (wasn't born till '86), I'll mention a few:
>1975: Drove my '69 Chevelle 396 SS 'bu from Seattle to LA - 14 hours STRAIGHT (only stopped to pee & gas up). Had to have somebody unclench my hands off the steering wheel when I finally got there, but... yeah.
>1976: Out at friends', drove the 'bu - drinking & bong-contests all around. Time to bring people home, so I drive (least fucked-up & could walk a straight line). >Drive past hidden speed-trap 6 miles over limit (cops there WOULD bust you if you went 1 mph over); friends freak because they see cop's flashers come on.
>7-11 coming up around bend in road; friends ORDER me to pull in, turn off lights, "DON'T TOUCH THE BRAKE!!!"
>Cop flies by seconds after I pull in.
>coolface.jpg
And the stupidest thing I ever did :
>197...7? 78?
>Party at popular girl's house.
>Booze - pot - whatever you want, it was there.
>My brains = fried, dyed, laid to the side.
>Was last person to leave around 3:45 a.m.
>Hug & kiss hostess (wanted to stay, knew was in no shape to do much else)
>Drive home on dark twisty roads - 15 miles.
>Could only see clear a circle about 1" ; concentrated like crazy & not drive too fast/too slow/weave.
>Get home safe, park.
>Parents never heard a thing.
(Sidenote - never drove THAT fucked up again.)
>Early '80s before kid was born.
>Driving west to east cross-state (WA) to visit in-laws.
>Still driving SS 396.
>Wife tired after long day at work; tells me wake her when we get to mountain pass; falls asleep.
>Hit the freeway; floor it.
>Wife wakes up about a half-hour from her parent's house, asks me where we are.
>I tell her.
>Doesn't believe me til she looks around.
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(I think I did a steady 90 to 100 all the way - never saw any State Patrol guys, even their usual speed trap spots.)
Good times. >:3