Johnny O
Well-Known Member
Left early on Saturday to run 100 miles south and see the Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, KY since I was in the neighborhood. It ain't all that. Okay, but not worth making a special trip.
On the way home I learned how NASCAR drivers feel when you see the in-car camera shot of a wreck in front of them. I was about 45 miles south of Cincinnati on I-71 when suddenly a black Honda in the oncoming lane makes a hard left for no apparent reason and dives into the median. Luckily not much traffic behind me, I literally smoke the brakes and watch to see if he keeps it in the grass. He doesn't, and gets a little air when he comes into my lane. I'm like, "Oh (bleep), which way is he going to go?" Goes across my lane and into the ditch on my right and bounces it off the rocks. I missed him by a good 30 feet easy :grin: which isn't as much space as you'd think when I'm slowing down from 75 to 40. I figure in any confrontation involving a Honda Civic and a Sport Trac the Civic is coming out on the losing end, but I don't want to tear up my truck or kill anyone. All the traffic stops, two Asian guys get out, a little shaken, but wouldn't talk to any of us or say why they were off-roading across an Interstate. Maybe they didn't speak English, I dunno. Dude just starts calling someone on his cell phone. Meantime his engine is running so I tell him to turn it off because the car is sitting in high grass and all I get are dumb looks. Fine dude, nobody hurt and I got six hours yet to drive, I'm outta here and you ain't going anywhere anyway. We all just left them there since someone had already called 911. ("Jive-ass chump don't want no help, jive-ass chump don't get no help." -- Airplane) Nobody take this the wrong way, but if I wasn't as good a driver as I am they might both be dead and if I'm lucky I'd have a permanent imprint of sunglasses in my face from the airbag. They had no clue how close they were to buying the farm. I called the wife and told her I need to hire spotters like NASCAR drivers have. ("BRAKE, BRAKE, LEFT LEFT!!!")
So if Caymen or anybody else was heading North on I-71 and saw a wrecked Honda on the side south of Cincy, that was it.
Got 18.8 mpg on the way down and 19.1 on the way back. Not bad considering I was running 75 pretty much all the time. I think a wheel bearing is making noise now though.
On the way home I learned how NASCAR drivers feel when you see the in-car camera shot of a wreck in front of them. I was about 45 miles south of Cincinnati on I-71 when suddenly a black Honda in the oncoming lane makes a hard left for no apparent reason and dives into the median. Luckily not much traffic behind me, I literally smoke the brakes and watch to see if he keeps it in the grass. He doesn't, and gets a little air when he comes into my lane. I'm like, "Oh (bleep), which way is he going to go?" Goes across my lane and into the ditch on my right and bounces it off the rocks. I missed him by a good 30 feet easy :grin: which isn't as much space as you'd think when I'm slowing down from 75 to 40. I figure in any confrontation involving a Honda Civic and a Sport Trac the Civic is coming out on the losing end, but I don't want to tear up my truck or kill anyone. All the traffic stops, two Asian guys get out, a little shaken, but wouldn't talk to any of us or say why they were off-roading across an Interstate. Maybe they didn't speak English, I dunno. Dude just starts calling someone on his cell phone. Meantime his engine is running so I tell him to turn it off because the car is sitting in high grass and all I get are dumb looks. Fine dude, nobody hurt and I got six hours yet to drive, I'm outta here and you ain't going anywhere anyway. We all just left them there since someone had already called 911. ("Jive-ass chump don't want no help, jive-ass chump don't get no help." -- Airplane) Nobody take this the wrong way, but if I wasn't as good a driver as I am they might both be dead and if I'm lucky I'd have a permanent imprint of sunglasses in my face from the airbag. They had no clue how close they were to buying the farm. I called the wife and told her I need to hire spotters like NASCAR drivers have. ("BRAKE, BRAKE, LEFT LEFT!!!")
So if Caymen or anybody else was heading North on I-71 and saw a wrecked Honda on the side south of Cincy, that was it.
Got 18.8 mpg on the way down and 19.1 on the way back. Not bad considering I was running 75 pretty much all the time. I think a wheel bearing is making noise now though.
