“When Burnouts Go Bad”…that title says it all, doesn’t it? While we’ve spent the early part of our winter season freezing our jiggly bits off in absolutely frigid temperatures, Australians are in the middle of their summer season and that means burnouts. Lots and lots of high-RPM, N.F.G-style burnouts, the kind of tire-killing fun that causes a certain Swedish girl to sit bolt upright in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Whoever tells you that cricket is the national sport of Australia needs to look around their home country a bit more often, we think.
The problem with sticking a brick on the loud pedal and not letting off is that things break. As it is, you are dancing with fate. Statistics cannot be denied…sooner or later, you’re going to slap the wall, or you’re going to give your engine block that magnificent bay window that nobody asked for, or you’re going to wind up with ten feet of fire blasting out the back of your ute and a photographer who now has the skin tone of a roasted marshmallow waiting in the wings for you to take your helmet off before he shifts the gears around in your head a little. And that doesn’t even include the scenes where the burnout isn’t supposed to happen and they call in a freakin’ bulldozer to make sure you don’t make it to the skidpad. Frankly, a snapped driveline seems like small potatoes compared, right?
