I can actually feel the pent up testosterone as you typed it andy.
andy-hughes
I remember when I was nineteen, listening to a local youth's chin solo about his souped up mini, which would 'beat anything on the road'.
Suitably challenged (folly of youth and all that!) I advised him I could get to te next pub or list which was five miles away, before he did, with my car carrying four passengers. bearing in mind that I was driving my dad's car - a Morris Marina, one of the worst cars ever built, and not known for its high-speed (or even low speed!) handling.
We made it, but not before careering down a city street at seventy miles an hour and going into a sideways spin as the backend refused to co-operate.
My adrenaline overdose was more than compensated for by the delight from the assembled pub crowd, and the relative silence about matters motoring from my opponent - at least in my hearing.
I am fifty-nine now, and still drive down that street every day, and occasionally remember my folly, and how I could have killed myself and friends, or some other innocent motorist.
Still felt good though!
Jeremy Clarkson???? Bring it ON!!!!!!!!
19:03 Mon 20th Jan 2014Report