The stupid things I do that almost get me arrested
12 years ago
I spent Sunday afternoon switching tires around on my cars before finally deciding to take the rally car out for a spin so that things can warm up and fluids and circulate. Now I usually make an effort to not drive this car (even though it is ridiculously fun/fast) because it is a death trap and very very very street-ILLEGAL; but I decided to take it for a spin anyway because I'm stupid. Here's a quick list of reasons why this car is illegal:
1. It has NO seatbelts
2. The windshield has many long cracks in it
3. It has no rearview mirror
4. The inspection is expired
5. It has a rollcage with no padding on it yet
6. The brakes need replacing
7. It has absolutely no interior whatsoever, including airbags
8. One of the front turn signals is out
So I decided to take it for a spin anyway, I make it a couple miles down the road and decide to turn around. As I'm pulling out of the parking lot, the road seems empty enough so I floor it and before I know it, I'm doing 55 mph in the blink of an eye in a 25 mph zone. That's when I see a familiar carface up the road, a Charger with red plates. I mash the brakes anyway as he comes up and passes by, but luckily, he either didn't notice my multi-colored expired-inspection POS, or just didn't care.
Regardless, I just about shat myself. I decided to take a route through the neighborhoods back home just to avoid any other possible encounters.
1. It has NO seatbelts
2. The windshield has many long cracks in it
3. It has no rearview mirror
4. The inspection is expired
5. It has a rollcage with no padding on it yet
6. The brakes need replacing
7. It has absolutely no interior whatsoever, including airbags
8. One of the front turn signals is out
So I decided to take it for a spin anyway, I make it a couple miles down the road and decide to turn around. As I'm pulling out of the parking lot, the road seems empty enough so I floor it and before I know it, I'm doing 55 mph in the blink of an eye in a 25 mph zone. That's when I see a familiar carface up the road, a Charger with red plates. I mash the brakes anyway as he comes up and passes by, but luckily, he either didn't notice my multi-colored expired-inspection POS, or just didn't care.
Regardless, I just about shat myself. I decided to take a route through the neighborhoods back home just to avoid any other possible encounters.
what? wasn't what you meant? x3