Jealous
AJ is getting too old to punch people out anymore, Craig looked like a good hit man. Just my theory.
Cool - send pics and be sure to tell us all about it when you get back.
Rob Liebbe - Texas Region
Camaro, Mustang, doesn't matter to me, I'll race it.
I didn't keep my first car, but close. My first car before had a license was a '74 Opel Manta Rally, then I traded it for 1956 Chevrolet truck that Dad and I fixed up to be good looking truck, but I hated how it drove like a truck. I traded it when I was 16 years old for my first Triumph TR7. Dad was not happy about it... especially when the motor let go shortly after I bought it. We ended up putting a Ford V6 in the car... but I wrecked it Dukes of Hazard style over a bridge. I bought a second TR7 with a bad motor and moved the Ford V6 over to this car below. We added the Porcshe 914 targa roof to it and I drove it while in college. I still have it, but it was destroyed in a hail storm and is a parts car.
Tell us more details about the Dukes of Hazard style wreck please. :^)
-Michael Mosty
CMC #11 Mosty Brothers' Racing
Director - TX Region
The short story....
16 years old... been out of town on a school trip... .stayed awake all night the night before on the trip. I was driving home late and fell asleep. I woke up and realized I was in the median of a four lane major highway. Grass was flying all over the windshield... what do you do? Stomp the throttle so you don't get stuck in the ditch. Bam... Hop over a guard rail at a small creek crossing and actually make it across the creek hitting nose first.
The car comes to rest with the rear wheels in the creek, front wheels up the bank almost straight up. With the hood bent, the throttle was hung wide open and rear wheels were throwing water and mud everywhere. I have to crawl out of the window with the car mangled and the doors wouldn't open. I climbed the bank and was planning to just walk the 5 miles home, but a majorly drunk dude stopped and gave me a ride to the house.
One of my uncles owned a wrecker service at the time, so we called him and we go back and pulled the car out of the creek and to the house. I was fine, just bruised from steering wheel and more surprisingly, my Dad didn't beat my butt.
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