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Termyn8or -> RE: Need a car..but I ben bad... (11/22/2009 2:37:51 AM)
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First of all GYPS, drive all you want. I forgot your license status. But realize this, other people use your road and they have a right to live and to reasonably expect others on said road to abide by the rules of the road.
That includes you.
All the time drive like it is your driving test and there is a cop right behind you. This does two things for you. One you are not likely to get stopped, and B any accident might not be your fault.
I don't condone driving illegally, but if you do, be careful. You really can get away with it for decades, but you have to go by the book. There is a funny irony in there somewhere but I just can't seem to extract it.
Main thing is, you can't get insured without being valid, and believe me I have tried. I might even approach Lloyd's, but I don't know if I need to go that far.
Now it just got worse, my new water pump broke in half sending the fan through the aluminum radiator. There goes about a half a grand. I'll survive but I am one grumbling MF about now.
If you go out driving illegally, it is not the crime of the century. But where others have to pay a couple of hundred bucks when they get stopped, you have to pay a couple thousand. What's more your insurance options are limited. You might get Lloyd's. or some other kind of blanket liability policy, but this is not easy to do.
Actually you are best off getting legal. I would if I could. What they wabt from me is too much, if it was just a matter of money it would be gone by dawn. My situation is to the point that it is faster and cheaper to take care of things as they come along. Don't get here.
This "added driver" shit is really fodder for judge Judy or Joe Brown. None of this shit matters. Once the yank your license for fines no insurance will cover you except what I decribed. Believe me I tried.
If you own property or anything, there are options. If you don't there is always bankruptcy. And if you are having problems driving at the speeds you like, 100 MPH and shit, you might consider letting someone else take the wheel. If you go back through my posts you'll find mention of my Toronada. I described still having a passing gear at 105 MPH. You would've loved this thing, in fact it was the only car in history that was classified as a luxury car and a muscle car at the same time, and the was straight out of the factory. I had two of them and one was the coveted W34 version. Just the camshaft out of that car is worth $1,000.
But I did this shit where there were no other people. I am sorry that this is alot harder to do today, it is not my fault.
Get this through your head, when you get out there it is not a race. These other cars have people in them too, and for the most part they are just trying to get from point A to point B. Some of them are assholes. Don't you be an asshole too.
One asshole plus one asshole equals nine problems. One asshole plus one person of guile and intelligence results in alot better results, to say the least.
Like I am behind someone who puts their left directional on after the light turns green. What a dumb cunt MF. Why didn't you do that a minute ago when I could've gotten in the right lane ? Sometimes I want to shoot people out there because they are so stupid.
Let me ask you this - are you one of these assholes ? If so, come on down here, I can scare you straight. Believe me I am 49 and lived through times when we could get away with almost anything. I know the streets and when to do what and where. I know where the hillbiully racetrack was. I am not afraid to do 100MPH and I would like a passing gear at that speed if you please. But I can scare you in any car.
But the car does not matter, I could scare you in a VW Rabbit. A little pea powered shitcan, but if it has the fivwe speed stick I can show you just why alot of racecars have manual transmissions. My blacksheep end of the family was all about racing back when we could do it. My Dad could've been one of the foremost engineers at an auto company, except for the time they busted him running a chop shop.
We are speed people. We like it. When Dad used to throw down and let the Olds do it's thing you couldn't wipe the smil;e off my face wityh a wire brush. I loved it, we all did. Going 80-90 MPH down the road was fine, but it was the acceleration that did it for me. It was almost like an orgasm, really. First gear was paradise, if Mom or Pop threw down on the gas.
Of all the things I did, when I was about thirteen I had the keys to a 1957 Chevy, with an engine built by Dad. He knew what he was doing. This thingh popped wheelies. I dared not move that car. I did start it up a few times and basked in it's exhaust, but I wouldn't even put it in gear.
Even then with all the luxuries of youth, I knew I couldn't handle it. I wasn't supposed to have the key, but a key from another car worked. He never knew I think.
Our family is cars, we can almost build you one from scratch. Working with steel and other materials, that has always been us. We are not accountants or IT professionals, we work with the real world. OK my sister works at a bank right now, but money is money.
You are not allowed into our family unless you can drive a stick and back up a trailer. We have standards y'know :-) When you drive, you drive. But let me tell you this, when you are only doing 35MPH and slide about a football field or so and hit a much smaller car, only to find that car to have a bunch of kids in it, youi change your thinking. I did.
January third, nineteen eighty nine, to tell you the truth I would've just taken off, but there were people with cameras there, as the reason for this accident was an accident up the road, and nobody could stop. I did my best to hit the wall because I was in a boat, a 73 Deuce. And that car had more balls than every pool table in the world put together. I found later, after I had hit, of all things a 1972 Ford !
A Maverick no less. Oh wait, no less doesn't fit there LOL. At one point I did see it and thought maybe I coulod get into the other lane, but luckily I couldn't. There were a bunch of people standing around t the next wreck up the road. I would've probably killed a couple of them. Talk about a bad day.
Even if you have absolutely no respect for the law like me, remember this. Think of them as a guage. And also realize tht they are the ones who have guns, as well as the keys to the jail. I am not judging right now.
But the point is, when you drive, and this has been pounded into my head a million times but it never registered until I was ready, you take on a hell of a lot more responsibility than you think when you drive a car. My Parents were absolutely crazy to let me drive around in a car with almost 500 HP. I should be dead !
But yes, I was an asshole. And a big one to boot. When I kicked the pedal to the metal my shit ran. Even now, as mellow as I am, I think if a car can't do over 100 MPH it is junk. But that is only a benchmark. We had this old 442 that would only do 105 MPH, but errr, it would do it in like five seconds. Decent numbers in the ΒΌ mile but nothing to write home about. But I mean it hit it up really fast, I mean if you just wanted to go to work and stuff you would take off in third. This car had modified rear suspension and it ripped the front bolts out of the front seats because of the G force of the acceleration.
I was never allowed to drive this car, and I am not all that happyu about that but fukit. Ripped the fucking bolts out of the seats taking off ? Yup. So after a few rounds of that Uncle Donald (my Dad) gets involved. Now they are talking plates that would distribute the load anmd all this engineering shit. Note that the rear suspension was modified in this car previously, and it had excellent traction, except when you push a bit too hard and it I am sure woud bounce like a 64 Mustang.
The best thing I liked about being on the road - free.
I would play with people. I loved sleeping giants. I had a BIG BIG Buick that would do sixty in about six seconds or so. They thought some old Man was driving this thing and it had what a four cylinder in it ? Fuck you boys, I'll show you. It's just a matter of mashing a bit harder on the gas pedal.
So which is it ? Play games, I am an expert at it, or think, and build a possible future, and reap wha you sow, have a good life. And then after a time you are allowed to fuck up every once in a while. But you gotta pay your dues.
This is long enough.
Be well.
T
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