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[Aqizzar]

281 cubic inches of get the fuck out of my way

So apparently, Aqizzar drives a chihuahua. Either that or cubic inches means something different in car terms, in which case I definitely have no idea what it'd actually mean. But I'm going to stick with the mental image of him riding into the sunset on his faithful canine steed anyways because it's hilarious.

Fair enough.  I honestly don't know how the Hell cu displacement works (I'm pretty sure it's measured by dunking an engine block in water and measuring the spillover), I just know that's what it's rated.  4.6 liter Ford modular block, with all the kinks worked of the system.  Admittedly, it's the runt of the family, but it's not a big car.  And yeah, it's big brother is called the "Coyote".

It's a never ending battle between my milktoast liberal sensibilities to decry American waste, and my raging boner at seeing Detroit revive the earth-rattler Flying Bricks of yore.  It might be the 21st century, but on the highway 1970 will never die.

[MaximumZero]

Come drive my dad's car! 640bhp, 383 cu in. He says it'll probably top out at about 195mph, but it'd rip the aluminum body off of it.

[TheBronzePickle]

Tell sanity to fuck off and see about getting a car with a turbine engine. Sure, if the Abrams is an example you'll be getting less than one mile to the gallon, but there's not another vehicle on the road that will ever be able to outpace you.

[MaximumZero]

There are jet-powered cars that you can get/build to run on the Salt Flats and whatnot.

[GalenEvil]

Before I flipped my car (that story will follow shortly) I would go about 85-90mph on the 70mph highway on my way to work. Never got pulled over, despite unknowingly racing two cops over the course of a week. They would speed up, so I would speed up to keep pace. Then they would do a quick blip of the blue lights and I'd drop back in a hurry and they'd just keep on truckin. Granted, this was usually really early in the morning right around shift change but they still probably should have pulled me over since it was both racing and reckless driving due to the speeds we'd be going before the lights kicked on.

Now, to my flip story. So, I was driving from my house early in the morning right as the sun was rising. I had a lot of sap on my windshield but I figured I could get to the gas station just 5 miles away without anything bad happening. The road to the station is full of turns and blind corners, and I just sorta drove on instinct. Apparently instinct doesn't work too well when the sun decides that it should get refracted through tree sap and blind you while going around a corner -_-
On one corner I barely missed a Silverado with my Saturn GXE. Did I slow down and pull off to the side of the road? or into someone's drive to scrape off some of the sap? No, of course not! I am indestructible! And by proxy so is my car! I continue onward, now about 3/4 of a mile from my house. I successfully navigate through a nice gradual turn which just so happens was followed by a sharper turn in the opposite direction that I had forgotten about. Now 1 mile from my house I drove down into a ditch at about 40-45mph, pushed my brakes not quite hard enough to lock them, and started sliding in the dew-laden grass; seconds stretched and then I felt and heard a crash, and saw my windshield begin to shatter. I had hit a mailbox that jutted out over the ditch. Moments later I hit a concrete drainage pipe and the car was launched skyward with choreography, and landed on the driver's side just past the mailbox-owner's drive and slid to a stop.
I wasted no time in grabbing the few things I couldn't leave in the car and pushed my way out of the, now vertical, passenger side door and saw a truck stopped nearby. He gave me a ride back to my house and then I realized that the journey was just a single mile. I guess the statistics are right about one thing; you are more likely to get into an accident within 5 miles of your house than anywhere else

[MaximumZero]

That really, really sucks, dude.

...is it bad that when that happens here with frost, I just drive with my head out the window?

[Aqizzar]

There are jet-powered cars that you can get/build to run on the Salt Flats and whatnot.

I've seen jet showcars at drag races and such.  They tend to get blown off the track by internal combustion, mainly because they don't accelerate very quickly.  However, it was a turbine-drive car that sent American racing down the rigid path that it follows today.  Indianapolis used to be more or less "run what you brung", and was renown as a showcase for experimental auto designs.  That's how you got stuff like the Superbird and Smokey Yunick's bandit Chevelle.  But in 1967 a turbine car just about won the title and all the racing circuits started making increasingly strict rules on what kind of stuff they'd allow.

So, I was driving from my house early in the morning right as the sun was rising. I had a lot of sap on my windshield...

I knew where this story was going right there.  Pecan trees?  Yeah, I feel your pain man, I've seen those country roads eat quite a few brave drivers.

[GalenEvil]

I tried that until about a minute before I flipped when I started to figure I should at least put on my seatbelt.

[nenjin]

Soft shoulders blow. Almost rolled my 2nd car but luckily several trees saved me. Wasn't wearing a seat belt.

I'll always remember the accident because I found a single drop of blood on my arm, but no wound absolutely anywhere.

[MaximumZero]

The only vehicle that I've ever been in an accident in (that I was driving) was a 1990 Bronco II. It was basically a solid block of steel and rust, and I destroyed the poor car I ran into. The hood of their car went up under the front bumper of mine, and my truckthingy ate the top of their engine block. Just completely shredded the heads and all the lovely hoses that connected the top of the engine to everything else. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

[Heron TSG]

Ye gods, my dad had one of those. I don't really know what kind of car the Bronco was, except that it was a mean one. He hit a deer with it once - he thinks. All that was left was an antler stuck in the grill and a smear on the road, with no trace of a deer around otherwise. It lasted for years before he finally sold it. (Moving up to a mint condition 1971 green Toyota truck.)

[MaximumZero]

The Bronco II was the mini-bronco. I swear, you could take a shot from an ICBM in a full sized Bronco, and just keep going.

[JoshuaFH]

I'm still something of a new driver, so I'm always trying to stick to the slow lanes and glue myself to the speed limit. I'm just a bit freaked out that when I'm on the road I'm surrounded by hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of other people's property all the time.

[kaenneth]

I do the not-much-faster-than-the-next-lane-over thing.

People 'round here don't signal their lane changes, and tend to pull out in front of you.

[GalenEvil]

All of my cars seem to be doomed to dieing on me at some point or another. Before the flip-car that I posted about above, I had a Mercury Tracer that busted its head as I was driving it home from work. Had no warranty on it when I bought it, as it was at an auction (biggest mistake of my life). And before that one I had a Nissan Sentra GXE (the Saturn was not a GXE I mixed up the model types >.<) and it slid sideways into a 9ft ditch just missing 1) a rock that would have made the airbag deploy, and 2) a branch that would have entered the passenger window and gone through the driver's window, possibly cutting my fun time short.

I think I am probably one lucky SOB living through the things I have, and barely getting a scratch from it all to boot!

Oh, and about my driving habits other then what I said previously before my flip-car tale: I drive about 5-10mph over the limit on the highway usually, but in city I stick to the limit because that way I am less likely to be at fault for hitting someone

That brings me to another story: I once was driving back to campus after escorting a friend of mine to her highschool's Halloween dance thingy. Being about 4 years her senior that was sorta weird... but that's not the point of the story. I was driving back to campus and this jerk in a black sedan jumps out in front of me and then STOPS! I slow down so that I don't hit him, and he lurches forward a little. Taking this as a sign that HE IS GOING TO FREAKING CONTINUE I let off the brake for a moment too long. He had stopped again, and so I did as much as I could to not hit him. Thankfully they didn't have a backseat passenger! I screeched the tires, locking the brakes, and turned hard to try and slow down more by rubbing against the curb. I popped the curb and slammed into him at about 2-4 mph, denting in the rear driver's side passenger door.
Within a minute!!! A cop was rolling up while I was jumping out of my car to make sure that neither driver nor passenger was injured. I then backed the car up a little so I could inspect the damage. The door was FUBAR'd, and slightly crunched in the back left wheel well. The cop took statements and asked for license and insurance cards. I didn't have insurance at that moment and honestly said so. Officer mentioned to the other driver that they would have to fill out an "SR-some random ass number" form if any paperwork was drawn up by him in order to keep their insurance. They declined pressing any charges, and actively refused my offer to get my friends to fix it for them (my friends were awesome and worked for bartered goods/services when I needed something) and so the officer left. The people I hit left first, and the officer walked back towards his cruiser. I stopped him momentarily to ask if he needed me for anything further, fully expecting him to say "Yeah, hold on a moment still gotta issue you a $500 ticket for no insurance" but he didn't. I then left, went back to my dorm which was a full tenth of a mile further down the road, and got plastered... Fin!