About a month ago, we noticed some newspaper attention for a car show we go to every month. Concurrently, the “usual suspects” (whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean) changed the name of this thing from “Cars and Coffee” to “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.” The new name seemed a bit pretentious; the media coverage portended more everything in the following months.
The Huffington Post reports the drunkard was attempting to leave the bar after an evening of heavy drinking when his friend, Java Bowling III (yes, really), attempted to take his keys to prevent him from driving home drunk. Good friend, right? Well, as things tend to happen when alcohol is involved, a scuffle broke out. Only instead of ending the night like most drunk friends do (you know, by attempting to walk through the White Castle drive-thru at 3:30 AM), Campbell shot Bowling in the chest.
Just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, and straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom.
If you’re gonna speed on public streets don’t tape it. If you do tape it, don’t upload it to YouTube with the title “1000+ HP Corvette Doing 195+ mph.” Otherwise, you’ll end up in handcuffs like this 30-year-old from Oklahoma.
30-year-old Cody Replogle was hoping to sell his extensively modified Corvette and used the YouTube videos of himself supposedly going 195 mph around Oklahoma City freeways as some sort of enticement to would-be buyers who might be impressed by how easy it is to be a complete and utter moron in the car.
A New Zealand driver has just such a yarn to spin after he was pulled over twice in two years by the same cop. In two different countries. 12,000 miles apart. The Daily Mail reports that the unnamed driver was pulled over by officer Andy Flitton in the UK two years ago and again recently in New Zealand. The unlucky driver, who island-hopped to New Zealand after 12 years in the UK, recognized the ticket-giver as the same man who caught him breaking the law on the A5 near London. The officer had recently relocated south after 26 years on the force in England.
I guess our test drive of a ’94 Mustang was a little too spirited.
HT: Winding Road. We didn’t crach anything, but the spontaneous icy patches made it interesting, in a “Family FoodsFiat flashing before your eyes” kind of way. Vanderhyde Mckimmy (the predecessor dealer) was way cooler about shit like tree rash.
Toby. Toby! I got me a regular Ben-Hur down here. Doing 95… minimum
Not just the fully armed and operational photo radar cameras, but 6 DPS lurking on the side along 8 miles of highway. Not so funny when you’re hungover and half blind, and your gravelly voice is a literal reminder of the parking lot you just left and not from some Marlboro mistake.