Yesterday, for no reason, I was recalling the times I was in a car going REALLY fast. These I recall: (Voluntary:) Riding with my room-mate Norm in his new Lincoln Capri--on straight stretches of Hi 50 from Wichita to KC on a quiet Sunday morning--up to 125 miles per hour. (Involuntary experiences:) Hitchhiking a ride from Louisville back to my army camp at Fort Knox, on a late Saturday night (we almost turned over at the first turn before we even got out of town); riding with a court reporter thru the Flint Hills, coming back to KC from Cottonwood Falls (I should have asked to get out, right after the driver started up with full throttle); riding with my girl friend in a car driven by a guy trying to catch a train at the K C KS stop. He said he would get there on time, even though we left for the ride one minute before train departure time. I don't know whether the guy caught the train, but I'll never forget those skids on the fast turns.
What experiences do you recall? (NASCAR drivers are not eligible to respond).
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