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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Blazer, Feb 14, 2020.
Just some good ole boys, never meaning no harm...
I know what you mean. They get to there and start thinking "Shafter or Taft, where should we go tonight? So many things to do; so many people to see!"
, I read this post 10 minutes ago and I'm still laughing. Ahhh, pity the fool.
If they keep putting roundabouts around here, your prediction is sure to come true.
I think this is a Millennial's car........
Drunk driven by his Mom or Grandmother.
The driver is not Baked. People who smoke that stuff, go slow and then they go home.
If pondering their destination wasn't enough, drivers are confronted with two lanes to go nowhere in. I'm sure you've seen what happens to 119 and 43 when the oilfield hands are let out in the afternoon, you should see it now! The state of California roads department has mounted a campaign to prevent you from going from here to there period. Detour, is one of the most common signs you will see in Bakersfield now.
Not necessarily pilgrim.
As teenagers, my friend and I did that to his older brother's car. I remember him complaining about his car leaking oil after that
I have buddies who did a "low speed" version of this back when we were teens. There was a traffic island separating the east and westbound traffic. They were busy doing everything but paying attention to the road and hit the thing head on at about 25-30 mph. There was sufficient momentum to lift them up a foot or so and they "beached" on the island which was high enough to catch the undercarriage of the car. It was just enough that the wheels didn't touch the pavement; they were still spinning as the police cruiser arrived on the scene. The guys told the police they were preparing to do an emergency oil change.
Back in high school, there was at least 2 guys in wheel chairs ... both from "jumping" railroad crossings.
One I remember did it at the end of "drag racing" another guy who managed to stop or at least slow down before hitting the tracks. He ended up paralyzed .. his car clipped the high line pole about 1/3 a way up before flipping several times.
The other guy I remember was just in the back seat without a seat belt .. not required back then ... and flew out and the vehicle rolled over him. He ended up a vegetable more-or-less and friends and family visited him at a hospital he stayed at.
Don't know anything about them in a long, long time.
Stupid is as stupid does.
The incredible part is she still managed to hit "send" on that text midair.
This is when I realize, the sun has always shone on me.
We did so much stupid stuff, but somehow got away with it every time.
One neighbor boy, John, set himself afire making molotov cocktails and got disfigured pretty badly. And after that he moved to Saginaw and got himself killed trying to jump something. But if you ask me, I just think he was trying to bring his suffering to an end (even though he had a wife and small child by then).
Because millennials don’t have the scratch to afford a Beamer.
It’s about the same
I spent the late 60’s street drag racing for money all over SoCal. How we did not die or kill anyone else I will never know. This included out running the cops more than once.
The only time we got caught, a CHP hid across the road and watched us set up and race and watched as our car twisted off a U joint on the drive shaft. As we sat there with a broken car he slowly drove up, stopped, got out and said..
“you boys been drag racing?”
He then said.
“I was B Gas champion at Irwindale....”
We all talked drag racing for the next 30 min, then he smiled and drove off.
We finally ended up at Orange County and Irwindale drag strips.
Or they would have slowly rolled to stop, spent 10min debating which way to go, then spend another 10min in uncontrollable laughter after which they'd turn around and go back and start over again.
It will buff out
Amen to that. So true. "But by the grace..."
If the driver was stoned he would have pulled over, walked to the center of the round, assumed the lotus position and meditated on being indestructible as one set of headlights after another came rocketing toward him yet always veered away at the last second. The force is with me. ohmmmmm.