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smooching with my GF in the back of a station wagon during HS
“What is the most fun that you have ever had in a motor vehicle? “
Pervert! :)
Driving in an MG convertible on a winding road, surrounded by Autumn beauty, and listening to Thunder Road.
Well, when I was 16 my parents had a station wagon I went on a date with this girl to a secluded beach........................
Driving home one night back in the late 80s in my ‘71 Spitfire, a jerk in a late 70s Firebird blocked me from changing to the right lane to make a turn to head home. He continued to block me up the road, but I got the jump on him at the next light and took the next turn ... a very sharp s-curve. Fortunately, I had recently installed a performance sway bar on the front of my Spit and was able to take those corners at a pretty high rate of speed and watched in my rear-view as the Bird spun around. Must’ve pissed him off as he began to chase me down. Obviously outmatched by horsepower, I chose the curviest roads back toward my destination and drove them just as fast as I could. Once I got through them, I noticed that the Bird was no longer around. Pretty intense, but dang fun.
Another one was when a friend and I did the NASCAR Experience at Texas Motor Speedway. Very fun! I took the #29 for 8 laps at about 160MPH on a very hot July day. I don’t know how those guys do that at around 200MPH for 500 miles in that kind of heat. Crazy.
Teaching my girlfriend from Japan how to drive. 24 years old, never drove a car in her life. She always wanted to go a lot faster than I thought was safe.
Watching the midnight submarine races on the Charles River.
(I actually got my diamond ring there.)
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Outrunning the cops in a 1963 rambler classic with an inline six was exhilarating. (1971)
Causing a guy in a 1966 GTO with drag slicks to run his car off the road and embed it in an embankment was fun.
Causing a carload of thugs to run off the road, over a curb, stop sign, and parking lot concrete barriers was fun.
The above two was when being chased in a 1972 Vega GT.
Now I drive a Scion FR-S 150 miles every day on my commute, 2/3 of which is on back road twisties where there are no cops but the occasional deer, and I do it on Michelin PSS’s which in essence puts the car on rails. I’ve put 132,000 miles on the car doing that. I have yet to replace the brakes or spark plugs.
I love my commute every day. And I’ve collected some awesome dash cam footage of animals and crashes.
1st: My buddy had a 68 Camaro. L88 427, Muncie M-22, 12 bolt posi.
Car idled like it was firing on 7 of 8 cylinders. Punch it and it was SCARY fun. Smile on your face either from excitement, fear, or g-forces (I haven't figured yet)
2nd: In 1980 we went to Florida to visit my grandparents at Christmas. A few miles from their house, we got in an accident.
We weren't going to get our car repaired in time to drive home. So, my grandparents bought the car from us and we bought a brand new Pontiac Gran Prix.
Granted, 1980 wasn't GMs stellar acheivement for cars, but for an 18 year old, who got to drive the entire 1200 miles in a brand new car, I couldn't wait to get up in the am, just to drive. Made it a 3 day trip, by making some nice stops along the way.
3rd: The backseat of a '76 Camaro...
Two:
Winding tree covered road, the missus, 1966 MGB (top down of course).....
Cross country (West is best), the missus, brand new Expedition...
Top two rather!
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Great topic for us car guys. Keeping this response strictly to fun with THE CAR, I would have to say it was 8 years ago when I was a newly minted GC for a private company in Arizona. One day the owners told me the company wanted to buy me a car, “maybe one of those things with the rings on the front.” So, I located an off-lease Audi A-8L with a 4.2 v8 in Los Angeles. Flew in one morning, did the paperwork, and drove out before the 3:30 traffic jam. I spent the evening cruising I-10 through the Mohave and Sonoran deserts with a big smile on my face, listening to some cool tunes on Sirius and doing about 110 mph with the sunroof and windows open, looking at the starts, and thinking “How in the world did this happen to me?” I loved that car. As the months wore on I drove it all over that beautiful state, and loved every minute of it— the power, the stable ride at high speed, the incredible interior, all of it! My wife did too. But all good things come to an end.
Winding road trip with the Corvette club through Indiana and Kentucky, for my age it was a hoot.
When I was stationed at Goose AB, Labrador, entertainment for the younger airmen was scarce. Ray Weidner had a 1958 Chevy station wagon, though, and the Labradorian woods were filled with logging trails. A half dozen or so of us would drive out into the woods and Ray would drive as fast as he could down the twisting trails while the rest of us clung to the outside of the car. The last man to hand on was the winner. In retrospect, pretty dangerous and I’m surprised no one got killed or seriously injured but at the time it was as good a thrill as it got.
In one?
Have to say my first wheelstand. In a Hemi 'Cuda.
I name all my cars. Her name was Sophia.
1988 BMW R100GS P-D in the hills of North Carolina. Scraped the paint off the undersides of the safety bars while keeping it rubber side down.
In 1996 drove a 1995 Camaro with an LT1 engine and 12in wide tires from Seattle to Sacramento in 8 hours.
750 miles.
I had to stop for gas twice, and my two bio breaks were roadside rest stops.
I listened to all the Beethoven symphonies en route.
The Siskiyous slowed me a bit, but not much.