- Oct 28, 2001
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As just one small example of what some teenagers do when they get their license...
On really snowy nights, we'd pile about 5 guys in my '79 Mustang, and fly down deserted county back roads. It was called Brake Roulette. At around 30-50 MPH, somebody, make that anybody, would suddenly pull up hard on the parking brake without warning or notice. This would immediately put the car into a head-snapping 180-360-540-720-whatever degree spin. The object was to keep the car moving in a forward direction without going into the ditch. All while slowly going deaf with Ozzy and Iron Man cranked...
I bought the car without so much as a scratch on it, and after 2 years you couldn't find a 10" section without a dent in it.
On really snowy nights, we'd pile about 5 guys in my '79 Mustang, and fly down deserted county back roads. It was called Brake Roulette. At around 30-50 MPH, somebody, make that anybody, would suddenly pull up hard on the parking brake without warning or notice. This would immediately put the car into a head-snapping 180-360-540-720-whatever degree spin. The object was to keep the car moving in a forward direction without going into the ditch. All while slowly going deaf with Ozzy and Iron Man cranked...
I bought the car without so much as a scratch on it, and after 2 years you couldn't find a 10" section without a dent in it.