paanta wrote:
gamby wrote:
So much moralizing comes with these situations--"they were saints/they were athletes/they were athletic saints" They were also too dim to know their limits. It'll never change. The more we see of the trophy generation growing up, the more we're going to see more of these stories.
Problem is, *most* of us were probably too dim to know our limits at some point. We were just luckier than these poor bastards. I mean, honestly, how many people here haven't seen the other side of 100 mph on a public road? Is that ever safe? My dad is the safest driver I know, but even he had some stupid times as a teen (racing two abreast down Huron River Drive, dad? REALLY?)
I dunno if you can call this a generational thing. Are accident rates among young drivers going up or down? Fatalities and injuries are sure down, but I don't know about the non-fatal/non-injury actual crash rate.
Yep, did it myself. Stupid, stupid thing to do. Wrecked a car racing on the streets. Lost my license for a while due to that. I knew better, but I let the hormones win as I thought I was Mr. Hero Driver due to my upbringing around cars and racing. Now I'm pretty damned mellow on the street as I've got options for legal racing, but no race car handy as I'm busy building them. Our SUV is now my main transpo and that isn't something to fling around with wild abandon on the street.
Dad used to race around the back roads of Beavercreek, OR in his '64 Elan, actually scared his best friend (a Formula Ford racer) so bad, while going to get a loaf of bread for dinner, that said friend wouldn't ride with him for nearly 20 years. To this day he is still the most late-braking mofo I know and I know where I get it from as I make the fiance grab for the arm rest every once in a while.
An Aunt destroyed the brakes on all four wheels in her Camaro after launching it and holding the brakes as it landed.
Her future husband wrecked Grandma's one and only new car by trying to replicate Pikes Peak in the back roads of West Linn, OR. The car ended up in a tree that he had to climb down from. Since then, he has been an avid autocrosser and hill-climber, holding the record for his class at Bible Creek for years and years. He also would make money drag racing his 6-pack GTX by charging $50 a run and another $50 to open the hood.
His younger brother, the future police officer, did 120mph+ across the Burnside bridge in downtown Portland in his BB 'Cuda and would change clutches nearly once a month because of his driving. He now teaches police officers how to drive and is on the gang task force, plus he races an RX-7 in SCCA and CSCC races.
My cousin would drag race along Airport Way in Portland with the Shelby Charger he bought from his dad. That is until the cops eventually shut it down and then the car was wrecked when an old man ran a stop sign (we all suspected he would have wrecked it being stupid like the rest of us did). Now my cousin is a carpet layer, married with two kids and is into quads now.
Another cousin was actually busted for doing 120 on the Interstate in her parents Freestyle. Had her mugshot in the paper and everything.
My older brother borrowed one of my Uncle's cars to go to prom. Made it as far as the freeway before he wrecked it. Why? He went from a 2-bbl 318 powered 63 Coronet 440 (with dual vinyl bench seats and lap belts) to a Street-prepared 84 GLH with 10:1 compression, dual webers and shaved tires with a large rear bar. In the wet. Tried get in front of the semi as he was getting on the freeway and when he didn't make it, he backed off and the rear end came around rather quickly. Stupid? Hells yes. He didn't have the experience with the car he needed.
Luckily, they all lived and learned.
Also, I'd still rather drive with my family than I would any of the folks on my Fiance's side of the family. Two of them get lost in their own town after living there for nearly their entire lives. Two more are the only people I know that can actually make me car sick because they can't hold a steady speed, period. One can't parallel park her RAV-4 (and wants to buy an SLK to keep in Palm Springs) and actually asked a perfect stranger to help by parking it for her. Most just fixate on the car directly in front of them and are shocked when I point out the accident that's 3 or 4 lights down the road or the emergency vehicle that's coming up the road behind us.
I just tell them that I use the mirrors and my eyes to actually look at what is happening around the car on a regular basis. Needless to say family gatherings with her family involve a lot of Camry's and other similar products, all parked poorly. The food and fun are always served in large quantities though!
The one saving grace is one of her Uncle's owns an original ZR1 and a few other 'vettes and autocrosses them. He doesn't do his own work, but the fact that he actually drives them hard is very cool.