'A Hole in the World'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I had a few stupid driving incidents as a teenager, including a couple of out and out car chases, though I used doubling-back rather than speed. Luckily, never crashed.
Yeah, me too. And once I decided to find out how fast my parents' Mercury Marquis with the 460 engine would go. Answer: 120 mph.
tommyrot, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln.
Heh.
Yeah, me too. And once I decided to find out how fast my parents' Mercury Marquis with the 460 engine would go. Answer: 120 mph.
I found out a Subaru could do 105 sustained speed once while driving on I-70. Nonetheless, I got passed more than once.
I found out a Subaru could do 105 sustained speed once while driving on I-70. Nonetheless, I got passed more than once.
My 2000 Focus was limited by the engine computer to 110 mph. Weird - if you tried to go faster, the engine would just cut out completely until it slowed down a bit.
I think that was because its tires were not designed for sustained high-speed driving.
Yikes, Laura! I'm glad he's okay, but tell him he doesn't need to learn everything the hard way.
Happy anniversary Laura and DH!
My son totaled his car last night.
Holy crap. Was this the tank with the TV and rims he was inordinately proud of? And seriously, child, don't DO that to your mother.
Shir, emails are a good way...though they can be just as filled with awkward small talk. :)
Wait. So you're saying, not to open with "A. thinks it's a good idea for us to get together, God knows why. Let's get this shit done with already. So, where would you like to eat?"?
Because what I thought of sending him, truth be told, isn't too far away from that. And also, I want to check the guy's spelling, grammar, and general use of the Hebrew language before I let him hang out with me (I know, my standards? Are shocking).
And job~ma for Lewis, Barb.
tommyrot, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln.
Scola made me laugh SO HARD. Which I totally needed this morning.
And once I decided to find out how fast my parents' Mercury Marquis with the 460 engine would go. Answer: 120 mph.
! You do know the kid's car was a Grand Marquis. I'm grateful the thing was like a tank. Crunched on 3 sides, but he crawled out. I just got back from having him checked out and the doctor indicated he will be sore 7-10 days, but no real harm done. He said the bracing for impact and the punch in the nose from the airbag was the culprit. Also thanked him for wearing his seatbelt. Gave him scripts for anti-inflammatory and muscle relaxers, Brendon is passing on the muscle relaxers for now. He prefers being clear headed and able to walk.
The car itself was a '95 and not worth much, the value was the absurd amount of electronics and sound system. All that stuff is fine and will be pulled out before we junk the trashed body. Of course, his parents bought him this car - this one car. Welcome to adulthood kiddo, we'll see what you can afford to replace it.
On the happy anniversary front, not doing anything tonight except maybe walking to a bar in the hood. This weekend we are going to St. Augustine Beach to stay in the same hotel where we stayed on our honeymoon - 20 years ago today. DH hopes they still have the Ms PacMan machine in the lobby.