Real Mountain Men don't need brakes!
Wnen I was younger and still in high school, I remember a friend and I cutting classes one day and driving to the lake up in the mountains. We were in my buddy's VW Bug and decided to take a short cut on an old dirt road that was about a 5 mile stretch. This old mountain road had so many twist and turns in it, you'd get sick just thinking about it.
Anyway, the VW broke down, well.... kind of, my buddy took a corner a little to fast and this 7' boulder jumped out in front of him and made the two front wheels lay down like pancakes. We had passed an old farm house and a couple of trailers back aways, so we figured we'd walk back to the house and use the phone to call a tow truck. We couldn't call our parents because we were supposed to be in school. The house sit off the road aways and there was some goofy old man sitting on the porch that just kept waiving and jumping up and down. We were kind of relunctant to go up to the house, but then what seemed like a normal person came out and started tinkering around with his car, which just happened to be a 66 Fastback. I figured this guy couldn't be that bad.
We finally walk up and ask the guy with the stang if we could use his phone, in which he replied, "We aint got no phone up here". After my friend and I talking it over and scrounging are lunch money together, we offered to pay the guy all we had, $4 bucks if he would take us back to the main road so we could get a tow truck. (back then $4 bucks would give you a half a tank of gas in your stang). He said, "No Problem". Now I should of recognize the fact that this guy must of watched the Dukes of Hazard a few to many times. The rear wheel wells were cut out wider for more tire clearance, and when he got in to drive, he slid through the window. I asked if the door was broken, and he said, "No, just takes to much time to fuss with".
When he started that thing up, it sounded like the beast from hell. Now that I think about it, he was probably running open headers. Anyway, he got on that old twisting dirt road and went like a bat out of hell. I don't think he ever touched the brake pedal once! I swear we were going wind up over a cliff somewhere never to be found, especially since nobody knew where we were. Now I liked radical driving to a degree, heck I used to live in the mountains, and did a little bit of that crazy mountain driving myself. But this guy.....Whew!, Let's just say, I haven't been back on that old dirt road since. *LOL*
Sorry for the long post. You guys talking about brakes and mountains brought back a time I had long forgot about.
Doug
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