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You can Dress 'em up - but you can't Take 'em Out
Max and I are out on woodward last nite - runnin' home from lookin' at a motorcycle with my buddy Speeds. We roll up to the turnaround lite at 14 Mile NB and sit - waitin' for it to go green. A black scooby rex turns SB onto woodward from 14; hits the turnaround...
I'm lookin' ahead at the 14 mile lite; there's only one open spot. damn. won't get to play with scooby-do. then...
the Scoob (with driver and passenger aboard) STOP at the green turnaround lite, look right at Max, rev the snot outta the motor, and dump the clutch. The Scoob front wheels are heeled over inna hard left...
this is gonna be interesting.
Any dweeb with more than a couple of squirrels underhood will tellya that dumping the clutch without the car pointed in the direction you wanna go is a recipe for disaster. Seems the scoobmeister hadn't read that part of the story - and we were gonna get a front row seat to stupidity in motion...
Sure as snot, the scoob squealed out onto woodward - sideways - and the drift just kept on goin'.
'Watch this man!', I yelled to Speeds. 'He's gonna lose it!'
The outside tires caught, and the scooby yawed hard right. I'm watchin' the front tires carefully to see if the driver knows to turn in the direction of the slide...Nope. He didn't read that page of the manual, either.
The car catches the right slide, then yaws left again. By now, the spin is completely outta control - the driver is in the same boat as the passenger - along for the ride. Driver panics, gets outta the throttle and stabs the brakes. This sets the front tires, and snaps the back end over center in a hard right spin. the car comes to a stop in the middle of Woodward with the nose pointed south east in the northbound lanes. the driver, looking all sheepish, slunk off down a side street as opposed to having to back up and re-position on woodward. didn't see him the rest of the evening.
Takes a special kinda stupid, methinks, to lose control of a 4wd car on dry pavement.
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