And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Not sure how accurate the physics engine in the Forza racing series is but I'm pretty sure the Miura oversteers like a bandit and it predates modern traction control. It's a little bit of a challenge dry pavement. It's also the most beautiful car ever created.
And then there's ground clearance. After knocking a hole in the oil pan of a car and the transmission pan of another twice, I only use 4wd higher ground clearance vehicles to get back and forth between home and town.
I drove a Datsun F210 in a mad dash up the hill in the build up to full blizzard to rescue a friend who worked in Yosemite Valley.
She was young and dumb. Didn't realize all her co workers left the valley for Christmas until March. She was all alone and running out of food.
It was wild. Racing up the hill, every now and then bouncing off snow banks. I knew the road well. A couple of times I lost my mental map of the road so had to stop for a few until I reclaimed my bearings. Then off like a singed rabbit.
I got to her cabin and said, Let's Go!. She was completely unprepared. I threw her stuff into the car. She extinguished the lantern, locked the door. We split. Stopped for a few quick seconds to see the moon shining through a rare hole in the clouds, reflecting off the Merced river.
Got to the gate off the highway, a snowplow was waiting. He said he saw my tracks and decided to wait a few minutes. He was about to lock the gate for the winter until I came roaring up. I said no one else behind me, I'm the last. Merry Christmas and I'm off like a shot.
Careening down the hill over new snow, she screams slow down. No way, just hold on, I replied. We nearly beat the blizzard. A few times complete white out. I didn't stop, only slowed to a crawl. Finally off the hill and into the flats, I calmed down, she slept.
At 3 am rang her parents outta bed. Her dad gave me suspicious eye, her mother mumbled a half awake Thank you. I had delivered the package so disappeared into the night. What a rush that had been.
Yes, this was all at night. Going up the hill and coming down, didn't see another car.
Heater on full blast, headlights illuminating the roadbed, partially. In the periphery I perceived white covered giants. Trees shrouded in heavy snow. The road was a twisting narrow canyon between tall walls. Fighting to not be overcome by vertigo induced by visual illusions. Scary for about one second. Do not succumb. What a blast.
Not sure how accurate the physics engine in the Forza racing series is but I'm pretty sure the Miura oversteers like a bandit and it predates modern traction control. It's a little bit of a challenge dry pavement. It's also the most beautiful car ever created.
ReplyDeleteNot a good ideas,,, borderline crazy.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there's ground clearance. After knocking a hole in the oil pan of a car and the transmission pan of another twice, I only use 4wd higher ground clearance vehicles to get back and forth between home and town.
ReplyDeleteMeh, . . . just put it in second gear, and gas it, . . . :)
ReplyDeletecertainly not for soy boys.
ReplyDeleteI drove a Datsun F210 in a mad dash up the hill in the build up to full blizzard to rescue a friend who worked in Yosemite Valley.
ReplyDeleteShe was young and dumb. Didn't realize all her co workers left the valley for Christmas until March. She was all alone and running out of food.
It was wild. Racing up the hill, every now and then bouncing off snow banks. I knew the road well. A couple of times I lost my mental map of the road so had to stop for a few until I reclaimed my bearings. Then off like a singed rabbit.
I got to her cabin and said, Let's Go!. She was completely unprepared. I threw her stuff into the car. She extinguished the lantern, locked the door. We split. Stopped for a few quick seconds to see the moon shining through a rare hole in the clouds, reflecting off the Merced river.
Got to the gate off the highway, a snowplow was waiting. He said he saw my tracks and decided to wait a few minutes. He was about to lock the gate for the winter until I came roaring up. I said no one else behind me, I'm the last. Merry Christmas and I'm off like a shot.
Careening down the hill over new snow, she screams slow down. No way, just hold on, I replied.
We nearly beat the blizzard. A few times complete white out. I didn't stop, only slowed to a crawl.
Finally off the hill and into the flats, I calmed down, she slept.
At 3 am rang her parents outta bed. Her dad gave me suspicious eye, her mother mumbled a half awake Thank you. I had delivered the package so disappeared into the night. What a rush that had been.
Yes, this was all at night. Going up the hill and coming down, didn't see another car.
DeleteHeater on full blast, headlights illuminating the roadbed, partially. In the periphery I perceived white covered giants. Trees shrouded in heavy snow. The road was a twisting narrow canyon between tall walls. Fighting to not be overcome by vertigo induced by visual illusions.
Scary for about one second. Do not succumb. What a blast.
It sure sounds like a rescue on an angel's wings. Give Thanks!
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