Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 3:20 pm
WOW! Thank God you did not get hit.
I had a close call once in my car on a highway entrace ramp, this was over a decade ago. I had a 305 engine and a pretty quick car. I made a habbit of taking ramps as quick as I could, taking the outside to inside curve and accelerating until I could hear the back tires start to lose traction, which can also be felt with the resistance the accelerator gives. Normally, by the time I get to the end of the ramp I am going 30 over traffic. I know, it was dumb, but I was 18. There was something about rockin and rolling past the old farts that was fun.
I swore the ramp had a twice as much distance to merge onto the highway. But it did not, the merge lane ended, and I tried to outgun a huge long truck that was speeding down the highway. I realized I could not make it, I hit the brakes, and came within one foot of skidding into him. It is the closest I have come to death, my car sliding out of control on a highway at 85mph. And nowhere to stear. To the right, a wall that is moving in closer, to the left a huge truck.
I drove 45 mph the rest of the way home in the right lane, with every hair on the back of my neck and forearm sticking out. The next day, I got new tires, and went to a mechanic to find out why my car did not accelerate like I thought it should. He did not find anything, and I guess I am lucky. A little more quickness and I would not have missed the truck. Alot more quickness and I think I could have blown by him.
LOL, so bring on the motorcycle. I have a death wish. I believe there is a breed of people that nothing can kill, and we are them. We can fly into pavement at 50 mph and get light scratches, other drop their mcdonalds coffee in their laps and get third degree burns.
I had a close call once in my car on a highway entrace ramp, this was over a decade ago. I had a 305 engine and a pretty quick car. I made a habbit of taking ramps as quick as I could, taking the outside to inside curve and accelerating until I could hear the back tires start to lose traction, which can also be felt with the resistance the accelerator gives. Normally, by the time I get to the end of the ramp I am going 30 over traffic. I know, it was dumb, but I was 18. There was something about rockin and rolling past the old farts that was fun.
I swore the ramp had a twice as much distance to merge onto the highway. But it did not, the merge lane ended, and I tried to outgun a huge long truck that was speeding down the highway. I realized I could not make it, I hit the brakes, and came within one foot of skidding into him. It is the closest I have come to death, my car sliding out of control on a highway at 85mph. And nowhere to stear. To the right, a wall that is moving in closer, to the left a huge truck.
I drove 45 mph the rest of the way home in the right lane, with every hair on the back of my neck and forearm sticking out. The next day, I got new tires, and went to a mechanic to find out why my car did not accelerate like I thought it should. He did not find anything, and I guess I am lucky. A little more quickness and I would not have missed the truck. Alot more quickness and I think I could have blown by him.
LOL, so bring on the motorcycle. I have a death wish. I believe there is a breed of people that nothing can kill, and we are them. We can fly into pavement at 50 mph and get light scratches, other drop their mcdonalds coffee in their laps and get third degree burns.