Part of me wishes I could laugh and say "Man, I was so loaded at the time." That wasn't the case -- stone cold sober, middle of the day, bad mood, thought it would be fun, and didn't give a chit about consequences. I really wish I could remember just how fast I was going though -- mainly out of curiousity. I seem to remember it was over 80 mph, only because of thinking of the associated speeding ticket. And yes, it screwed up my front air dam pretty well too, though I think that was on lift off. :hihi:
1966 Fury lll, paid $625. It wasn't the fastest car at school, other guys were better with a wrench, the performance my car was famous for happened while it was parked.:hihi: View attachment 8089
EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!! Even today, if one of my sons or son-in-law start to go somewhere with me-----------------You usually hear "Want me to drive Dad (or Paw)..:lol: They say I drive too slow....can you believe? Really, if the posted speed limit is 45, I do 45/50. If it is 70, I do 65/70. But I can still remember the door opening on my car as I hit it. I remember reaching for the steering wheel as I was being thrown out and seeing the car as it started to flip. I don't remember hitting the ground. When I came to, I was on my back. I rolled over, got up, and fell again. Everything was grey in color and I thought someone had put a water faucet on my head because something was pouring out. I got up again and started stumbling down the down ramp. Some lady came running up, stopped, and said, "Oh my God....He's hurt." I remember thinking, "No chit, lady." The EMs laid me on the pavement in the rainwater mixed with gas. I heard one of them yell at a guy standing by my car, "DON'T LIGHT THAT CIGARETTE!!!!!" Seems like I remember yelling some of my own insults :lol: :lol: at him.
Me too. '66 Plymouth Fury. Blue. Same tuck and roll upholstery. I named it "Max Cool" after the high setting on the A/C.:hihi:
