“To the 18 year old kid I stopped on SR 10.”
A police officer posted an open letter to a young driver he pulled over after clocking the kid going 100 mph.
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18 year olds do stupid shit. I know, I used to be one. I was lucky, I lived through it. This is why 18 year olds should Not be allowed to vote.
The faster my ex used to talk the faster she went and she had no clue. But yeah that kid knew how fast he was going. C’mon we’ve all tried it.
Drive fast, die young and leave a good looking corpse.
What do they know? ….smile… ….Lady in Red
PS: At sixteen, or, perhaps, eighteen, I might have tried it, also. Even faster? Mostly, kids are invincible: they will never die. ….smile…
Yesterday a motorcyclist drove his Ducatti into a backhoe at 100 MPH.
I’m not a cop but I’ve witnessed far too much carnage on the roads.
Here in Vegas I see folks driving without headlights EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!
We’ve got pot, booze, and drugs on tap here.
In ten years it will cost $20 grand to license a vehicle.
Fun while it lasted…
Quick math thumb-rule:
Speed in miles/hour x 1.5 = ~ Speed in feet/second.
100mph = ~ 150ft/sec. Just 2 seconds to cover the length of a football field.
It takes approximately 3/4 second to switch from accelerating to applying the brakes, if you’re alert and looking far ahead, longer if not. Anything within 110 feet in front of you would be hit before you can even start applying the brakes.
Slow down. Try to be aware of what is 12 seconds ahead of you, and 6 seconds behind you. At 100 mph that would be ~ 1800ft ahead of you, about 1/3 mile.
If I were to drive that fast, I would never be constipated again.
i got plenty of those. And got a lot of stern talks. But i knew i was a better driver than anyone else. Lost track how many times my license was revoked. Cant tell you how many fines/tickets i got. Cant tell you how many accidents i was in. Totaled more cars than some of you have owned in a space of 10 years. Lucky i wasnt cuffed and thrown in jail
I was young and invincible. I dont know what would have slowed me down honestly. This stern letter might have for a while. Maybe. I doubt it. Even wore a neck brace for a year and a half.
but I never killed anyone. And my passengers lived.
Charlie, I too had my license suspended a couple of times.
I also received countless speeding tickets, many from out of state that I never paid.
Of course I was a better driver than most and never had a wreck.
Never had a DUI either.
I had 9 lives…HAD
@Tony R – I agree wholeheartedly. With that being said, I did some absolutely stupid things at that age. I was invincible.
That concept is what has fueled every army since the formation of the first army; the invincibility of youth.
Geez, how the heck did anyone of us get older and have kids?
When I was in high school, it was not uncommon for me to bury the speedo with a car full of passengers on the long straightaway south of town. One night under said conditions, a car I was attempting to pass turned left in front of me with no signal, no warning.
Long story short: God was my copilot. No wreck, no injuries, no damage (maybe some soiled underwear). I never relished the thrill of speed quite as much after that.
We had Big Block Mustangs, cobras, Mach 1s, Big Block Cyclones & bought surplus WSP Galaxie 500 Police Interceptors to get our hands on the 429 SCJ & special duty C-6 transmission w/cast iron tailshafts they had in them for cheap and shoehorned them into Fairlanes & Mustangs. I often think that it is only by the grace of God that I am alive today. The only other vehicles that had that transmission was the Boss 429 Mustangs and Cougars, people always wondered where we were able to source them from. They were pretty much bomb proof.
Damn motorcycle wreck about did me in though.
I once went 169 MPH in the middle of the Cali desert. It was fun once, but it cured me of that and I don’t think I’ve been over 90 since.
To expand on my previous comment, I drove a ’60 Plymouth Belvedere with a 318ci and Torqueflight tranny with 150k miles with bias ply tires (really worn) at a 115 mph. I still get chills thinking about it.
But I did beat the ’61 Vet!
@JDHasty: Man, that was an awful lot of work, just to get beaten by the guy with the small block in a Nova. 🙂
Went 152 in my SS/SC Stage II Cobalt.
NEVER do that again.Tunnel vision like
looking into paper towel rolls.The only thing
going thru my mind{yes I have Z rated tires}
was what was going to happen if a front tire blew
out at 152 ??? Interstate was lined with huge Ga.
hardwood & pine…I would look like a strawberry
inside a tin can stomped by a rogue elephant.
I pushed my ’76 Camaro RS to 100 mph (it had that cool Camaro painted hood and top combo) when I was 18. The experience was exactly what the officer in the article described. Never did that again, especially on two-lane highway.
It looked exactly like this
http://www.chevy-camaro.com/images/second/76RStypeLT_113003_01.jpg
Pretty, but an awful car in snow and ice country.
I crashed it into hay wagon outside of Prairie Du Chien one very cold January day. I was passing and the farmer pulling the wagon made a left turn in front of me. In Wisconsin you don’t have to have signal lights on the back of your farm equipment, just one of those triangle warning signs. So I had no idea he was turning until it was too late to avoid him. Not a scratch on me, can’t say the same for the Camaro.
Yeah, I did a bunch of stupid stuff, too, and not only driving way too fast. Invincible? No. I never expected to live to my 30th birthday. Here I am looking forward to my 70th next May. Where did I go wrong? (-:
In the mid 1960s, when Dulles Airport was in the works, the FAA built the airport access road from the DC Beltway out to Chantilly¹ VA. Some sort of political pissing contest kept the state of Virginia from participating, so the FAA put the road in so that once you got on it, you had to STAY on it till you got to the airport: no outbound exits, and damned few onramps. I’m bringing this up because the main thing about it for us newly-licensed teenage drivers was that there were no state, county, or local cops patrolling that road, only a few FAA cops and they didn’t have cruisers but instead drove 4-cyl Ford Falcons. You don’t need much imagination to see what sort of insane shenanigans came about under the circumstances!
1. Wouldn’t it have been nicer to have named the airport for the town instead of some “statesman”?
I remember when cars would ‘roll over’- that was when the odometer would go from 99,999 to 0 and start over. We used to ‘make it all zeroes’ and have the odometer at 100 when the odometer rolled. I still remember a night in Winnemucca, coming into town on main street, in ’73, I think it was.
Was in a ’67 Shelby GT500 (w/427) when police radar clocked us at 147. That was an awesome car. We would race with it, but would start at 100mph. If another car couldn’t cruise at 100, it wasn’t worth racing.
I’ve been lucky, many times. Still remember those days, fondly.
150 (at least) in a 70 Plymouth cuda trans am at dusk in Washoe valley, between Reno and Carson City. 1973.
The poor owl that had just gotten airborne and hit the top of the windshield never knew what hit him.
Never repeated that speed. Too many variables.
Fun as hell at the time. Stupid as shit in retrospect.
Speed never killed anyone.
Maybe the G-force from the acceleration,
but actual speed.. When?
No one died from speed.
Not the drug.
It’s the sudden stop. Can happen at any speed.
FYI, you’re doing around 25,000 MPH right now sitting in your chair. Feel like you’re gunna die, punk?
Fall down. You’re about 6 foot; How fast will you be going when your head hits the ground, like 10 MPH?
Happy to clarify. 😉
I grew up a street racer. I still love going fast. Had a 340 Mopar that would pick the front right up off the ground. An 11 second car before laughing gas. Did some really stupid shit. All really cool until your kids start down that path. I wasn’t having any of it. I won. Again.
Brad, apparently i was a good enough example that my boys never took after my driving. Lucky for me. They only know a few stories because my dumbass lifelong buddy started telling stories one night. Now that they are in their 30’s i’ve been sharing stories but with the girls and drugs left out.
Had a friend (still do) who had a Plymouth Road Runner with the 426 Hemi in it. In ’70, he was in the Navy, stationed in Virginia Beach, and late getting back to base. It was about 3AM and he was driving across Maryland with the speedometer pegged. It wasn’t bouncing, it was hard against the pin. And then he saw the State Trooper parked under the billboard. He said he slowed down, stopped and got out. He had a little time before the Trooper got there, so he took out his cards, papers and drivers license, and put them on the hood. Then he put his hands on the hood and ‘assumed the position,’ and waited for the Trooper to catch up. The Trooper arrived, with ‘lights on.’ He got a talking to, but no ticket.
82 Kawasaki 1000J model with extensive motor work. Government thought it was a good idea to regulate the speedometers to 85 mph. Buddy’s on older bikes would peg 140 on their Speedos trying to catch me. Had the fastest 85mph bike in town.
toby miles
When I was young and pretty I worked at a machine shop during the days and a buddies auto parts (speed shop) in the evenings. He never paid me, I just ordered speed parts. The owner locates a 70 Hemi Cuda sitting on blocks locally. He purchased it and was getting it street ready for about a month. One evening he asks me to give him a ride over, he’s ready to drive it home. Long story short, we get on the freeway and like any good red blooded American he can’t help but roll on that throttle. shortly after that, the Hemi imploded. That one piece girdle style main cap Mopar came up with sucked big. Conversely the two bolt main they had on their small blocks was better than any Bow Tie Four bolt. EVAH.
older, but wiser, I finally realized at 60 years old – if driving is exciting, you are doing it wrong. It’s the same with politics – if it wasn’t for the (D)irtbags lusting after the huge pile of loot and power, politics should be a boring debate over who’s the most responsible administrator.