[meetthecreeper]

Ive been into fast cars my whole life, my Dad was a mechanic and was into muscle cars 2. Anyways I finally got around to getting my first Corvette. 79' L-82, my girl and I took it out one night down this country road for fun to see how fast we could go, after reaching about 130mph the light poles are going by like fence posts, up ahead on the right I see a stop ahead sign, well at 130 things come and go by very fast, so it was either slam on the brakes and skid thru the intersection at about 90mph or mash the gas and go thru at about 140. I chose the latter, if I was going to die I was going to go as fast as possible. I hit the intersection and looked to my right and that was all I had a chance to do. Of course there was no traffic at 2am but this is usually a busy area, so I survived that one. I since sold the Vette, got something faster now but I dont take chances like that. Only on the track with a helmet and rollcage.

Now here is the irony of the situation, my father was killed in a car accident when I was 5 years old, he lost control of his car and hit a viaduct at 100 plus miles an hour. the car exploded on impact killing him and his passenger.

The kind of car he was driving-Corvette.