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Originally Posted by OtinG
It is amazing any teenage boys live to see adulthood, much less old age. They are basically a bundle of hormones with little more than very basic brainstem activity, and they mistakenly think they are immortal. That is a recipe for disaster--yet amazingly most do survive, unless old farts like us start too many wars and use them as cannon fodder. When I look back at the things I and my friends and brothers did growing up, I shudder a bit.  On the other hand, we probably all know at least a few who pushed it too far and never saw 20. I grew up in the American muscle car era, and we lost at least one HS student every year to reckless driving/racing down winding rural roads. Those muscle cars were the most dangerous toys our generation ever owned, hands down, especially since in my teenage years we could legally purchase alcohol at 18. (I'm not including firearms as toys, BTW.) |
I never knew anyone who was killed or injured doing the activities I did. Count me lucky.
As to muscle cars, I was never into cars of any kind. To me, cars were used for transportation, not fun. Instead, I was into handguns; especially hard hitting calibers like 45 Colt (heavy loads) and 44 Magnum. That was, and still is, my passion after high school.