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And that is an older, de-tuned F1 car.
Almost a museum piece.

I've never even tasted a Red Bull drink...prefer my stimulants another way, but I sure enjoy all the randomness and chaos they bring to all types of motor sport.
 
I like a little pep and get up and go.... but I don't need top notch speed... I want... "hey, let me pull that tree out of the ground for you" kinda torque... torque... what a sexy word when talking about a jeep... lol
 
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In 98 I entered and ran The Silver State Classic in Nevada. Over 90 miles of closed roads and you go as fast as you want. I had a modified Porsche 944 Turbo S and they clocked me at 171 mph, and I thought that was crazy. When my daughter was born three years ago I gave that all away, All I have now is a certificate of speed to ponder over my distant memories.
 
In 98 I entered and ran The Silver State Classic in Nevada. Over 90 miles of closed roads and you go as fast as you want. I had a modified Porsche 944 Turbo S and they clocked me at 171 mph, and I thought that was crazy. When my daughter was born three years ago I gave that all away, All I have now is a certificate of speed to ponder over my distant memories.
I hear you...I have a couple of my old competition licenses framed and hanging out of the way in the basement.

Only the memories.

When the first of the kids came along I sold a fully built and heated up 1970 240Z and got a K car wagon!!!

Sob. Sniff. Blubber.

I even had groupies back in the day but you know what?
They are all friggin grandmothers now!

What in heck happened?
 
What in heck happened?

3 times the square root of 'time since losing virginity + the effect of gravity on the body', divided by responsibility level plus quantity of head hair loss minus quality of unusual hair increases in ears, back, etc = the type of crazy-ass crap you can no longer do, or stuff you can no longer have... typically (but not necessarily) in accordance with the female-spouse unit's wishes
 
I knew there had to be an explanation.

I can tell you this: Painting the rocks white that mark out the edges of your lawn isn't half as much fun as a hot tub full of nursing students full of wine.

I think...if I remember correctly.
 
I knew there had to be an explanation.

I can tell you this: Painting the rocks white that mark out the edges of your lawn isn't half as much fun as a hot tub full of nursing students full of wine.

I think...if I remember correctly.

doesnt matter if you remember it correctly... its still TRUE!

and my favorite place in the US is still a bed in San Francisco over a monthslong period, betwixt two svelt southern German women on a post-graduate gap year, back in the late '90s... wish I could still visit there... but not even the Pat could make that trip...

a friend of mine said it was my Jewish revenge, ...but i prefer to think of it as Reparations...

would definitely need to try my first redbull to pull that off today, i reckon
 
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