I like to drive fast. Really freaking fast. But not on the straightaways mind you, I like to drive really fast on curvy mountain roads. Any hormonal idiot with a small penis complex can crank their car to redline on a straightaway. All that proves is 1) you like wasting gas and 2) you haven't had an accident yet. But to drive fast on a curvy road and still keep it in the lane...well, that's something different.
I live in a small country town 20 windy minutes away from the next largest city. I like my commute to work, mostly because of the windy roads. There's a curve with a big 30 sign on it, I've hit that at 65 and held it well. Makes me feel like I'm in NASCAR. Except I can do right turns.
Now what's funny is that for as fast as I like to go, and as "professional" I think I am as a driver - think NASCAR - I get totally pissed off at people who drive slow down this road. You brake for THAT curve? Are you freaking kidding me? Oh, and if you turn on your high beams "to see the road better" just pull over and change your diaper you wussie. Deer? Of course there's deer. That's why I drive a Dodge...it's a verb people.
I have found that my big Dodge 2500 with the Cummins, while awesome at towing really big stuff, is not so efficient on those same curves I can take fast in my little Kia. Might be something about center of gravity. Or a totally jacked up front end. But REAL curve drivers should be able to drive a Conestoga wagon that has been out of axle grease since fording that last river where Timmy died from dysentary. And not only drive it, but keep all four wheels on the ground while the oxen are losing traction. Hmm, that's a fairly good assessment of my Dodge. Maybe I need to get those ball joints looked at.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, doing 80 in a 20 on a hairpin turn with my kids screaming in the back seat about dyssentary. And I love every minute of it. Especially when there's ice. Or a river to ford.
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