Re: Invincible at 20?

A.Melon <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote >
| "A.Melon" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
| > "Waterspider" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
| > >
| > > Do you remember what it felt like
| > > to be 20? 18? You were invincible.
| >
| > Except for the times when you're doing 110 on a bike and the back tyre
blows
| > out, and then to top it all you burn your hand on the exhaust crawling
out from
| > under the wreckage,
Some days are like that...

but then you have to go to a racetrack to do that speed
| > don't you Waterspider?
If you're going to do it legally.

Fuck it Waterspider they took my licence away for a
| > whole year before I was 20.
Gee, we have something in common. Mine was taken at 18, shortly my last
drive in my mother's brand-new, loaded, 400 c.i. 72 GTO. She bought it
because she liked the colour, and because my father had always said that
V-8s were the best engines and Chevrolets were the best cars. I'm not making
this up. He died the year before and my mother decided it was time to buy a
car and learn to drive. She was 52 I think.
Anyway, there was a sharp turn, a relatively steep hill (descending), a
short, railed bridge across a deep, rocky ravine, and another sharp turn. I
mis-negotiated the first turn, left 380 ft. of skidmarks, and missed a
head-on collision with an oncoming car (yes, a family heading home from
dinner with the grandparents if you can believe it) but completely lost
control and ended up with the now-totaled, blue GTO straddling the
guardrail.
I remember thinking, quite calmly, as the car was spinning and smashing into
the bridge, "Well, now you've done it. You're going to die," but there was
no fear or sadness. Just an oh-well kind of observation, rather detatched,
although I suspect this was more because of adrenaline than a lack of fear.

And you can tell the feral cave dwellers any
| > stories you like
Silly comment. You should edit that kind of shit out of your posts; you'd
appear to be far more intelligent.

but there isn't a thing quite like taking a big red double
| > decker London bus round the skid pan at Chiswick.
I'm not sure what a skid pan is, and I'm guessing that Chiswick is an
airport...

Tell you what Waterspider you
| > provide the vehicles and the track and I'll be waiting for you at the
finishing
| > line.
Oh no, you provide the vehicles and the track. I insist. Duh.

Who needs Nascar when you have an open deserted road on a moonlight
| > night?
I think people who appreciate open, deserted, moonlight roads would enjoy
watching stock car races more than those who don't. Moot point, though. All
but a couple of the Winston Cup season's races begin at 10 a.m. PST.

You doing 180? You would be too scared you might die.
You have seriously embarrassed yourself here by grossly misunderstanding
both my personality and behaviour. I was racing go-carts at six years old
(lol, my father wanted a boy), won my first adult-class trophy for
snowmobile racing at 14, and although I was never exceptional or
professional, did my share of street racing with both cars and motorcycles
that I owned.

Look at the way
| > you were ranting at doctors who "risked your health".
Driving fast is exhiliarating, it's thrilling, it's a rush. Having total
strangers (including a few who are totally incompetent) using protocol that
threatens my life is not a thrill. It is downright annoying.

I bet you have never even
| > broken that 56 speed limit you have over there.
Oh goody. And how much would you like to bet? Whatever it is, I'll double
it. Quadruple it. Can I collect for each time I have legal documentation for
exceeding the speed limit? How far back can I go? Can I collect for the ones
where I was charged but beat it in court?
|
| Oh and Waterspider, you may think I am boasting or being arrogant but I am
sure
| you got a copy of Stinkbug's report,

No, I have not gotten any reports, or copies of reports, from anyone, and
I'm not even sure who Stinkbug is.

which probably mentioned a broken down car
| with a blown head gasket. What she didn't know, and still hasn't quite
grasped,
| is that somewhere on a nearby farm was a BMW325i with a blown head gasket,
and
| a Peugot 405 with a blown head gasket. There was a time I would have made
my
| own head gaskets to fix them but that's old stuff, been there and done
that,
| got the T-shirt. What she probably missed out (She's an intelekchewal
yaknow-
| likes Classic FM while claiming to be a punk rocker, but forgot to bring a
| photo-album) was the scar on my nose, the lump where I broke a collarbone,
the
| capped front teeth, the broken toes and the broken arm. Why there is even
| somebody who used to post here who screamed at me to slow down when I hit
the
| ton cos they said they were in a hurry, and even Bubbles yelled at me on
the
| M25.

Seriously, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about. Are you you
talking to me here or someone else?

Yaknow there were even those I grew up with who said I had a death-wish so
| you can appreciate why I find it so funny when these people ask "Am I
going to
| die?". Of course they are going to die so why sit around worrying about
it?
I agree, worrying about dying is certainly a waste of time. But, looking for
a way to delay the inevetible is a rather strong instinct unless there is
absolutely no quality left in one's life and no way to regain any. Then,
death isn't something to worry about, it's something to look forward to.
|
| My biggest regret is that I didn't have the time to arrange a decent
vehicle
| for when stinkbug came here. Oh what fun that would have been. She would
have
| needed an extra supply of her special herbal tobacco. *snigger*
| Ah well, some you win, some you lose. <gr>

There you go, talking to someone else again. You should try to refrain from
that, you know; you sound like a jilted boyfriend. Regardless, hope you have
a perfectly lovely day.

Waterspider