My uncle, the trooper, gave me an impromptu lesson in Ninja-road skills one day.
He showed me how to manuever, stop, turn, etc. with precision...in his 1970 Plymouth Fury...the one with the Rocket in it. 140 mph felt like 40 mph, and realizing how fast I was going was as easy as looking at the bug-eyed, white-faced driver in the family sedan as I whizzed by. I never had so much fun/fear going on at the same time before or since.
Nowadays, my old Ponti-Buick is content to cruise the highways at about 80, er....I mean 65 mph, most days. I cannot begin to tell you the number of times the things my uncle taught me has saved my rear. And, I'm simply amazed at the lack of skills most drivers take with them behind the wheel.
"Never anger a dragon, for thou art crunchy and go well with brie."
-Viv
"Never anger a dragon, for thou art crunchy and go well with brie."