So if I read that correctly, you were in a brake induced slide, not a throttle induced slide? So you tried to make a panic stop, started sliding and then just let the car go into that wide area and once past the traffic, you got back on the gas? Kind of like "I meant to do that"
why is it in the face of death, people looks so dumb? when someone hits you thier expression is "uuuh, did i just do that? nahhhh....couldn't hev been me?"
In this part of the country, with our snow and ice covered roads, driving sideways is a way of life. Try it with a Peterbuilt pulling a 53 ft. dry van trailer sometime. Or in a sprint car at 100 mph....turning it sideways to scrub the speed off for that corner that's rushing up atcha !!
Hey,ya saved it and probably looked cool doing it! Pat yourself on the back. Some days you're better off being lucky than being good.
Lost a 3/4 ton Ford and 20 foot trailer on a rain slick blacktop outside of Abilene TX once and ended up facing the wrong way in on the shoulder. Only thing I ran over was a "slippery when wet" sign. lol
Two years ago at the CHRR in Bakersfield, I had some similar fun. It was a hazy Saturday morning about 7:00am. I was at the track early and had left for the nearest town to hit the ATM for some cash in my big, yellow '52 F1 pick up. I was in a big hurry to get their and back so I was flying down the orchard lined two lane road at 65 or 70mph (way too fast) when I saw a big agricultural truck ahead moving pretty slow, so I backed off of the throttle and started to slow down. As I approached the back of the truck, I realized that the truck wasn't moving slow, but was actually at a full stop. I got on the brakes hard and started looking for an escape route. I drifted left but there was oncoming traffic, so that was no good. Now, I'm getting really close to the back of this truck, so my option are now plow into the back of this semi, or pull hard right and go for the dirt area between the road and the orchard. I pulled hard right, the back end of my pick up started to slide around to the left and I became a passenger. I spun 180 degrees, somehow missed the back of the stopped truck, came to a stop in the dirt next to the semi now facing the opposite direction and somehow did not even stall the engine. I sat there for a minute and thought to myself " I'm alive, I'm not hurt and my truck's not wrecked, whew!" Then I went on my way at a bit slower speed.
Ahhh, the chicken plant. I worked there one summer in my youth. The first day there I wondered where they took the chicken carcasses at the end of the line when all the meat was removed. They asked me "Have you ever ate a hotdog?" So if you look at the label on a pack of weiners, now you know what the term "mechanically separated chicken" means.
lol... Back in like 83 I had my 64 Galaxie XL sideways at 70mph during a red light..Yep it stoped right in the middle of the intersection. It scared the shit out of me. And yep it was me showing my ass.....GOODTIMES. Glad your ok Tingler. Bill
Reminds me of the time a bus turned accross my path and i was in a f100 locked up broadside towards the bus then on the gas and drove around the bus in the wet scary stuff
Sounds like the opening line of my favorite song (usually sung on Sunday morning from the standard hymnal page 47 with an extreme hangover)
My all time favorite was heading back into town from visiting friends a couple of hours north, I had a Vega sized aussie Holden with a 1/2 warm 6 and 4 speed in it and was having a little fun in the wet on our motorway with a guy in an older Alfa. I had a large respect for the tires I was running in the wet conditions as they were a little weird in wet weather, so let him past on the outside round a pretty sharp (for motorway) uphill corner and then got to watch as the arse stepped out on the Alfa at 70-80 mph I guess and took him for a very scary looking ride round a couple of times and onto the breakdown strip, he hit nothing but I bet he had a bad drycleaning bill....
Ill add this one- A buddy and I were once ridin in my 35 Ford olds powerd coupe years ago-when we came around a long gentle curve in the hiway at abut 65 MPH..... an old farmer was in the field next to the road ,getting in his cows to milk when we came by him laughin and talkin... Next few seconds all hell broke loose,a tooth was broke in the rear gear and it picked it up-locked the rear axle. We slid around to the left- up on the two left wheels a second or so-then back on all fours and the spun on around to end up sliding to a perfect stop in the opposite lane heading back the way we had just came! we simply drove off slowly [unlocking the gear] as we did- that old boy in the field was starin' at us like- what a couple of dumbasses! I asked my buddy Mike -"wonder if he thought we did that on purpose"? scared us both pretty bad!
Glad to hear you din't become a statistic.. My brother [Jangleguy] and I were cruising east on I-84, the Columbia River Gorge Hiway at about 2 am, drinking beer. [neither one of us drinks now] We were driving my 55 chevy hardtop with my girlfriend sleeping in the backseat. The speed limit back then was 75 and we were prolly doing 80, in overdrive. Came over a rise to see a BIG LTD fORD SITTING SIDEWAYS dead in the middle of the interstate...not moving. I hit the brakes and as luck would have it, the left front needed adjusted. The 55 veered right, around the back of this idiots LTD and onto the gravel shoulder. I let off and steered left, out of the ditch but the rear swung around and we hit the asphalt just about dead sideways.....did a tank-slapper maneuver for about 3 blocks before we got the damn 55 going straight again. I looked in my miror to see LTD tailights headed up the interstate the wrong way. I busted ass to town to inform the po-leece about this idiot but I was too late. By then, he'd assumed room temperature. Don't knnow if anybody else got killed but he sure did...and we almost did
I thought you might have done it the cool way like Willy Borsch did with the Winged Express.....1000+HP, foot on the mat, one hand on the wheel and everything out of shape......but sorry, you did it like a Dork. Glad you got out of it nothing more than a bruised ego. We've all been there. ....Mr Bad Ass. -Bigchief.
Two weeks ago I was approaching the NJ Turnpike ramp when I saw my CEO in his lexus two-seater 300 yards ahead of me. I'm driving my flat black 68 F250. I wanted to give him a scare so I ran up behind him about 70, planning to chirp the tires on the downshift and slide up behind his bumper. Turns out traffic was slowing as I was speeding up and by the time I got to the event horizon he was stopped! I downshifted into 3rd, and the rear didn't chirp, it locked hard! The truck slid sideways to the left, luckily no cars to my left so I let off the brake when I was 5-10 feet from his bumper and swung around him. I wonder who was more scared. In his rearview was a crusty old pickup with a dented front bumper and grill -coming at him at high speed SIDEWAYS. Engine screaming through glasspacks, and tires smoking at 70 MPH! As it happened I had one of those peaceful moments accepting that I was about to be hurt in the next moment. You know, like when the fist is too close to your face to do anything, or you hear the shot from the gun facing your way
just go tell the guys at the chicken plant you decided to see what all this "drifting" stuff was all about!
the worst ive done so for is with my 95 s10. the previous onwer had lowered it, and i had to do a brake job. while doing the job i didnt realize that i had flipped the calipers over, the calipers where on rigth, but with the car back on the ground the hoses were looped, placing the hose between the spindle and control arm when the wheel was fully turned im driving home from work like 2 weeks after the brake job, and transit road is one of the main north south surface streets ...2 lanes each way, and a center turn lane speed limits 45 ... and im doing 65 with the rest of traffic go to stop at the next light, and the brake petal goes to the floor .... instant steam of obsenities while i try to pump the pedal ... nothing .. headin straight for 2 full size trucks waiting at the light, there were probably 500 feet of cars lined up at the light in each lane ... i shove the tranny into first and let the clutch flu while i cut the ignition to kill the spark ( the steering wheel didnt lock anyways, so it was a save move) and i proceed to slide the truck 300 feet down the center turn lane ... missing 30 cars in the process ... halfway sideways ... truck stops dead center in the turn lane, i hitthe flashers, step out as "james dean" as i can smile at the driver next to me and say yea, you like that ? i lit a ciggetrette, sat on my hood till traffic cleared, then walked to the curb like nothing happened and waited for the tow truck ... lol i scared the living hell out of at least a dozen people ....
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