what is the most extreme thing you have done

[hello]

crashing into tyres on a gokart at 80kmh ... 3 times in a row around the same U bend

can some1 tell me not to try drift a gokart again plz

SPEED DEMON :D

Edited 09/08/04 07:02 AM by hello

[F6 RAPID]

got married............

not anymore though!

[Buf-Phoon]

One I forgot.

Nothing to do with courage, (got none) just pure bad luck.

Was making a work visit with my boss to the Bauxite mine at Gove NT.

It was November and very sticky, about 1984.

The guy I was seeing took us for a tour. He was driving a Hi-Ace van that had a modified exhaust and sounded quite rorty. The gearknob was a moulded something in the shape of the head of a large pen*s. When he drove, he seemed to develop a strange twitch as he fanged the thing up and down the gears. I'll never forget his name.....Hamish Prior.

He offered to take us down to the port via.......The Belt Line.......

The belt line was about 15 km of soft dirt maintence track for the conveyer belt that fed the shiploader at the port.

I was sitting in the middle non-existant seat with no seat belt.

We saw 125kph on the speedo....True....The faster we went, the more he twitched. The more he twitched the faster we went.....and he was always caressing that bloody gearknob.......The Hi-ace bucked and plowed and lurched and slid like a frigen WSC rally car.

I was absolutly terrified and I thought my life was going to come to an end there in Gove. When we got there, I could barely get out of the vehicle and my clothes were saturated with the sweat of fear. Really the most terrifying 10-20 minutes of my life. I actully had to sit down on a chair to stop from shaking.

Probably the reason I'm not the best passenger these days.

Mack I hears ya

Back when I should have known better me and a few mates made the pilgrimage to Straddie for the annual Easter Red Eye Festival minus our rides.

Got off the barge it was piss#ng down with rain and freezin , loaded up with food and alcohol on foot hitchin from Greenwhich to the sacred site at cylinder beach.

Just as we are taking a vote on ditching the food supplies along comes a nice coupla gents in an old I think EH rattler. " Jump in Chaps we're going that way"

We pile in overloading the car.

Proceeded to go straight onto a muddy and slippery back road and out come the brown paper bags from which the driver and his partner took long thirsty pulls, we were hurtling along this boggy excuse for a goat track with the driver now clearly plastered and gaining speed and lack of control at a horredous rate with trees bearing down in all directions as the car slewed its way forward.

Fortunately after a number of potentially fatal near misses we arrived at our destination, also sweaty and shaken. And very very lucky , anything could have happened and not just a prang.

Flamin stupid in the extreme. Never get in a car with strangers

Makes ya worry about yer own kids.