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I know you've issues with it....but Fla is pretty ok with speedlimits. 70 on the big roads....(no one screws with you till over 80) Most rural 2lanes are 50 or 55....some 60. All rural 4 lanes are 65 unless passing thru urbanized zones.(+10%) No posting??? it's automatically 50. When I first got my license, there were no speed limits in many areas in Fla. I-10 for instance, was WIDE open like the autobahn. It all came to a halt with the first gas crisis in '73. Man....you were allowed to drink and drive.....you were EXPECTED to. You only got crap if you hid your gun....long as it was on your hip, in your back window, or your jacket was off....it was all good.
Ahhhhh...the good ol' days
glug...glug...glug....SCREEEEECH/crash.......bang bang bang bang!!!
yay!!! do it again! do it again! do it again!!
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LOL...the good ol' daze......
Yep, in my mis-spent yoot, I was guilty of having FAR too much to drink, trying to drive home in the wee hrs, & crashing my 70 Mustang while moving along a perfectly flat/straight road in excess of 90 mph...
My car ended up hubs up in the middle of the road...I say hubs up, because the force of the rollover snapped all four ET IV's off at the lugs. The trunk lid was the only sheet metal left straight on the whole car. I was sore & had a couple of scratches on my back, but only missed a day of work...and NO I wasn't wearing a seat belt, I do WITHOUT FAIL now.
Anyway, the Deputy Sheriff who showed up must'v seen the look on the old man's face, cuz he issued no citation. I'm sure he knew that the old man's version of criminal justice would serve as a better life lesson than any fine or DUI.
Lived to repeat stupid activity...seat belt saved my life that time. Woke up in the psych ward of the Kona hospital that time.
Now-a-daze, I stays home or onna stoop!...![]()
We only had one cop where I came from. When you got arrested, you went to his livingroom. (His wife later became an officer too) If your special crime warranted...the State Police would gather you up from Lapsley's house....but our particular crimes never did. When you got caught underage drinking or drunk driving....you'd be followed home (or driven) and be turned over to the adults (usually angry adults cause it's 3AM) and be beaten accordingly
Ahhhh...the good ol' dayz![]()
Oh yes the good old days. I remember when we would put pumpkins in the middle of the road and light them on fire and run. We would steal wood from local construction and build forts. Then there was the apple fights whoever into the barn loft had a better advantage. We would toilet paper the rotten neighbors trees and soap their windows. Ha ha try to do some of these things now and you would make national news.![]()