Originally posted by Tramp
I use to street race all the time. I was an idiot. My first car was an Oldsmobile 4-4-2. Yep, 375 horsepower. There's a reason why insurance rates are high for teenagers, higher for teenage males, and highest for teenage males who don't go to college.
short story:
Just before Christmas, 1974, I was on a rural road in my hometown directly in front of a car full of teens. They sped by me, hit a dip in the road and lost control of their car, slamming into a tree. The car completely split in half and bodies went everywhere. The engine half of the car was smoking and looked like it might catch fire. I pulled two of the kids from the wreckage, already dead. Three other kids were ejected from the car and were dead. The sixth kid, a girl, had been ejected and was moaning but there was nothing I could do for her. She had lost one arm just above her elbow and her head was bleeding profusely. She died holding my shirt sleeve before medical help could arrive. I STILL get Christmas cards from several of the families cuz they believe I have some sort of connection with their kids. VERY sad indeed. They'd be in their 40s today with families of their own.