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This morning we got up and got in Red and went joyriding. Ar-ar-ar WHOOOM!!!! in the garage. Dang, that's music.
We were looking for a road that my neighbor Superman told me about, where you can drive 28 miles as fast as you want because you'll never see a cop or another soul for the whole distance. He gave good directions, but I don't think he's all that good at directions.
I any case, we have some great driving roads here in eastern Tennessee. Scenic. You've got some hills and curves that make things interesting, and all that opens up into a straightaway where you can see a whole mile. VROOM!
So this morning there was a time or two, maybe a place or two, where we may have slightly uhhhh, exceeded (doubled) the posted limit of 55. Unit's going "VROOM" and laughing and talking to Red, not to me. "Red, you have to bahave up ahead, there's a hill we can't see over." Red obeyed.
But I've noticed that when we're all piled up in the car, Unit and Spankie and me, Red's just not as fast. You guys are going, "duhhhhhhh," but yeah, big difference. Red's only got 300 HP and the extra weight with all of us has me downshifting and thinking, "Here we go," and then....where is it? Red...giddyup! But he's doing all that he can do.
I can sure ID with the folks who take all of the weight off of a hotrod possible. That's a simple equation, with measurable results. But one thing I was VERY surprised about while I was surfing and looking up some things the other day, Red has the same curb weight as Bubba the Truck, the F-150. I woulda never guessed. I always thought while driving Bubba (wide, up high -arr-arr-arr) that if I hit something, I would win.
I'dda just never thunk Red and Bubba weighed the same. Bluebelle the new Fusion is a couple or few hundred pounds lighter than either of them.
Maybe I should start drilling holes in Red....no, forget that. Red is just like he is.
We were looking for a road that my neighbor Superman told me about, where you can drive 28 miles as fast as you want because you'll never see a cop or another soul for the whole distance. He gave good directions, but I don't think he's all that good at directions.
I any case, we have some great driving roads here in eastern Tennessee. Scenic. You've got some hills and curves that make things interesting, and all that opens up into a straightaway where you can see a whole mile. VROOM!
So this morning there was a time or two, maybe a place or two, where we may have slightly uhhhh, exceeded (doubled) the posted limit of 55. Unit's going "VROOM" and laughing and talking to Red, not to me. "Red, you have to bahave up ahead, there's a hill we can't see over." Red obeyed.
But I've noticed that when we're all piled up in the car, Unit and Spankie and me, Red's just not as fast. You guys are going, "duhhhhhhh," but yeah, big difference. Red's only got 300 HP and the extra weight with all of us has me downshifting and thinking, "Here we go," and then....where is it? Red...giddyup! But he's doing all that he can do.
I can sure ID with the folks who take all of the weight off of a hotrod possible. That's a simple equation, with measurable results. But one thing I was VERY surprised about while I was surfing and looking up some things the other day, Red has the same curb weight as Bubba the Truck, the F-150. I woulda never guessed. I always thought while driving Bubba (wide, up high -arr-arr-arr) that if I hit something, I would win.
I'dda just never thunk Red and Bubba weighed the same. Bluebelle the new Fusion is a couple or few hundred pounds lighter than either of them.
Maybe I should start drilling holes in Red....no, forget that. Red is just like he is.
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