[D-CEL]

So I went for a drive with my local Cobra guys up to Ojai for lunch. On the way back we got stuck behind a slow moving truck on a long, straight, two lane road. Unfortunately I was the last car in a 7-8 car line. We rumbled along for what seem like an eternity (20-30 seconds? Lol)until I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped out, pulled it into second gear and dropped the hammer.
The big block roared, as I accelerated furiously past the line of my fellow cobra enthusiasts. Thinking confidently to myself "IM SO FREAKIN COOL!"
I roared toward the front of the pack, visions of trophy girls and checkered flags filled the remaining volume of my obviously pea sized brain.
Then it happened, Mr. Slow-poke, the leader of our little Cobra convoy decided he'd had enough too and stepped out to pass. Having no clue that I was coming up behind him hard at 80-90 mph.
With nowhere to go, I lifted out of the throttle and dropped the right side of the car onto the heavily crowned, dirt shoulder.
Bad plan #2:
As soon as the rear tire hit the dirt, the whole ass-end swung out.
Sideways, in the dirt at 85mph next to a line of guys that used to be my friends.
"Son of a ......
"If you don’t get back in it, it's gonna snap and then its all over"
So I matted the loud pedal again and did my very best Steve Kinser. The motor screamed as the car settled into nice gentle drift, passing Mr. Slow-poke and the rolling road block that started the fiasco, and right back onto the pavement just like a planned the whole thing.
"Holy crap! I can be any cooler!!"
Yea, not so much..
Except..... for the giant, brown cloud of freshly tilled soil now blowing over the line of my ex-friends.
Again, sorry to all that were there that day!

Some days, you're just plain lucky, in spiteof your own stupidity.


D-cel