I never thought that I would make it to the point in life where I would see someone with a badass car and instead of being impressed or jealous, I’d think, almost immediately, that I was seeing the prelude to an accident. And I’ve done time in the military, watching young soldiers buying cars they could finally afford. I was convinced that I just had a couple of family members and some neighbors who were panicky about my own habits and that was that.
Then I moved to Kentucky, and I met a young man who, fresh out of high school, was driving a pretty sweet 1968 machine. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked like a great start to a project. It ran well enough, but from the moment I was introduced I was ready to place a bet on when the accident would occur. The more I saw of this guy and the car, the bigger I would’ve wagered…drove like an ass, always revving the car wherever he went. I tried to tell myself I was being paranoid, but a couple of weeks ago, the inevitable happened: car left road, met rock pile, twisted body and frame. Luckily, the owner and his passenger escaped completely unscathed, but the car is done…as in “parts only”, no bodyshop can work a miracle done.
The catchphrase, “Ban low-performance drivers, not high-performance automobiles” exists for a reason. The car is a tool. It is the operator who causes actions, good or bad. And some people would do well to be left with a Cushman golf cart and the legal barring of driving anything higher-performing than that. We want to hear the stories you’ve got involving the local low-performing driver who has the hot set of wheels in danger!