Holy bull turds! That’s insane. It totally reminds me of driving on “le boulevard périphérique de Paris” (the ring road around the city center). 5 lanes each side in some locations. Lane splitting by motorcycles is legal in France. Traffic on the périphérique is always insanely heavy and mostly stop-and-go. The moto drivers on their café racers act like they’re F1 drivers. They mostly arrive at their destinations safe and sound. Mostly. I saw one accident just in front of me that surely killed the moto driver. He was going full speed down the inner breakdown lane when a car in the left lane pulled over right in front of him. He never had a chance. That was the second time I’d seen a moto driver die right in front of me. The other time, I was driving a school bus, and had to deal with a bunch of very traumatized kids.
I drive a car with airbags. I wear my seat belt, and drive very defensively…almost all of the time.
Just sold MY 2022 GT Premium. I have a 2105 F250 with 53k miles and my daily is a 2006 Avalon with over 200k miles on it. Sold our Harleys around 2007, too many idiots pecking away on their phones and back surgery didn’t help.
I think it would feel so scary and unsafe to drive that in the middle of the other cars. It looks so small. Maybe even smaller than the 3 wheeler Peter Sellers drove in the movie The Party?
Ironic that this topic came up… the video I post below populated my yootoobs yesterday. Its a hobbyist/ car-guy who built it. I snip to the finished product, you can rewind to watch the build. I am not condoning this as a regular production vehicle:
That is part of the reason than I sold my 15 GT Premium. It had 850 at the crank, garage September band only 10k miles. Phones and stop sign runners forced my hand not to drive it anymore.
I sold my last motorcycle (Kawasaki GPz 1100, loved that thing) about a year before the iPhone shipped. I miss it a lot, but in retrospect that was good timing.
Nice! A girl I dated in high school had a new white with a red hood scoop ‘68 convertible, with a hot 327 and a 4 on the floor. She had a very cool dad, especially one who would trust her with that much engine. She let me drive it a couple of times. That was a blast. Unfortunately, I was just one of the many boys she went through that summer.
