Hubby had to do a Dukes of Hazzard once on a back road in Oklahoma. We topped a little rise only to see the road had been washed away. It was either slam on the breaks and go head first into it or gun it. He gunned it. We looked back and saw the lack of one set of tire tracks where it’d fallen in more as we flew across. Many years later and he’s still apologizing. We lived. He made the right decision.
Ticketed over donuts in the park? Ridiculous. Just tell the guy to call it a night and be done with it.
Wheeee!
I can almost feel the adrenaline rush, myself!
[when it doubt, GUN IT!]
LOL
[see? that’s why nobody ever calls shotgun if I’m driving...train track barriers coming down are simply a ‘dare ya!’ feature]...;D