Abusing the pride of Detroit
I''ve one more day of Police Tactical Driving School.
I'm a man. We all pretty well assume that we each shoot better, make love better, and drive better than the next man. Add in that I'm a Texas man, and the situation is a tad exacerbated.
So it's hard on my ego when I'm creaming cones in what appeared to me to be way too much driving course andplenty of time.
We have acres of course set up and 3 minutes to negotiate the thing forwards and backwards. It's a VERY tight course. They gave us 3:00 minutes and 5 cones to complete it. I kept coming in just over, with 1 cone. Then even closer, with two cones. Understand--- everyone had to run it several times to finally pass it.
Finally one of the instructors came up to me while I sat at START. "You an ol' country boy?"
"Yeah. Used to be."
"Then get on it. Shred that thing."
I smoked out a 2:50, with 2 cones.
Surprisingly, Crown Vics aren't just holding their own-- they're turning in the best times. The new Impalas, with their comfy rides an 60/40 weight distribution, are doing pretty badly. We've got good photo evidence that they're regularly lifting at least one tire in hard turns.
The Dodge Chargers have that licked-- they actually will brake the tire that wants to lift. Most of their drivers can't do much with 'em.
We have a Yukon that's doing great, surprisingly.
But it's a couple of 2 to 4 year old Crown Vics that are tearing the course up.
Could be cook, rather then kitchen though, couldn't it? :)