When I was about 17 or 18, I was drag racing a friend on a street that had a curve at it's end. I was in my 383 "Super Bee" probably doing in excess of 80 mph as I passed him entering the curve. I remember looking out the drivers window and see the curb inches away from my front tire as I had the steering wheel turned as far as I could right. Looking at the passenger seat, it was at an angle towards me with my right hand pushing down on it. If I had hit the curb at the speed I was going, I would have flew across a small strip of grass, into a wooded area. My friend swore to me that both tires on my passenger side were up off the road. I certainly had God as my co-pilot on that night.
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