I personally will never not trust my gut feeling.
Marrying.
Did it once and it’s going to last until death.
Steal a bicycle.
Snort amphetamines.
Ride on the back of a train.
Unprotected one-night-stand.
Chase away a Grizzly and her cubs.
Climb onto a high-rise rooftop from the outside.
Break into a stadium to see Metallica live for free.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft.
Break into Chelsea Stadium at night to steal a piece of the pitch.
Looking back, it’s a miracle I didn’t end up in prison, dead, or worse, expelled.
Break into an active US army base to play airsoft.
At first I was like “holy shit!”, but the more that I think about it, it’s probably safer than playing in a public park…
Break into a stadium to see Metallica live for free.
Jump the fence at an amphitheater when the headline band took the stage. Security handled me pretty roughly. I was to be ejected, but he didn’t tell the lady at the office where I filed a written complaint for his physical abuse. She let me back into the show and I stayed far away from where he was posted and watched the rest of the show.
I broke into a base once. My buddy and I climbed two barbed wire fences to get back onto base after going out drinking. I was unscathed but my buddy tore his shorts up pretty bad. It turned out we were on the golf course. It was 7am in the summer and the sun was coming up and we were getting hot, plus the booze was starting to wear off.
We ended up stealing a golf cart from the corral, driving it to the local base McDonalds and going through the drive thru with it. Once we got our McMuffins we ditched the golf cart in the parking lot and went to go crash in our barracks rooms. Thank god security was busy that morning. I totally would have gotten a DUI for that golf cart.
I once was young and stupid and maxed out the speedometer of my car on a empty highway at the middle of the night. Now I can say I’ve done it and don’t need to do that again. Normally I hardly even drive above the speedlimit.
I did that in the middle of the day on an empty highway and I actually got caught (aircraft). The ticket was for 113 mph and I lost my license for 6 months.
I don’t speed anymore but it’s not for fear of a ticket. Actually I just found that being in a hurry was flooding me with cortisol, and I decided that you can’t control traffic, only how you react to it. I’ve been driving like an old man for like 15 years and it’s a lot more chill, barely slower, and a bit safer.
Getting caught by police aircraft sounds very American.
I’ve adopted the granddad driving style too. Now I get my enjoyment from watching people rush and make pointless overtakes, only for me to end up right behind them at the next traffic light.
America is so widely spaced out that there are some huge stretches of mostly empty highways, so the only feasible way to monitor for speeders is by helicopter watching over the massive stretches of road. Or at least that’s how it used to be, these days i bet they are increasingly just using cameras
I got up that high on a race track once. It was one of those “drive a nascar” experience things. They used older models but they would still move. I couldn’t get up any higher than that because it was only a 3/4 mile oval. By the time I was accelerating on the straightaway, it was time to decelerate for the turns.
On public roads, I have done 180 kph in Germany (and still got passed).
Lollll, my husband’s 1990 T-bird was the same, and when he got pulled over, the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going. “85, officer” (with Puss in Boots innocent eyes). The cop sputtered “you idiot, that’s not…that’s… your speedometer only goes that high!”, but wrote him the ticket for 85 instead of whatever irresponsible & arrestable number it really was.
I was once on an empty road that was straight all the way to the horizon and i got it up to 100. I woulda gone higher but my passenger didn’t want to
Just for funsies, I rented a Challenger R/T from the Hertz “fancy car” selection about 6-7 years ago. My boss asked me to pick him up on the way to work so he could see what the car was like. We hit a stretch of highway with little traffic, and I aired it out a little. Easily hit 100. Boss was tickled. I slowed back down to sane speeds before we got to other cars. That thing would give you whiplash if you floored it at a green light. So much fun. Glad it was only a rental. I’d have lost my license if I had it for a daily driver.
Similarly I once went up to 210 on an empty highway in the middle of the night. Must have been nearly 15 years ago. My ride was coughing and rattling all the way. She let out a whew when we got home. I’ll never do that again
210 is crazy. You’re lucky your tires didn’t pop. Your engine might go that high, but most tires aren’t rated for that much friction.
I forgot to add that this was in kilometers per hour, but you probably guessed that
I had a truck that you couldn’t max out the speedometer. At 97mph, the fuel line cuts off, leaving you basically costing down the highway until the speed drops, and the engine kicks (literal shudder) back on.
Also, Chevy trucks don’t like going past 90, so it makes sense to kill the fuel to protect the driver from themselves…
Same. Me and a buddy were on a stretch of highway with no exits or entrances that was downhill for a few miles, so decided to see what my Nismo could do. It was surprisingly smooth up to 167 (American units), but the wind was almost deafening. Let it come down and 90 felt like a crawl.
This was 15 or so years ago, and I can easily say something I would never do again, perhaps the difference between early 20s and late 30s. I still enjoy a spirited ride, but can’t get out of the back of my head all the possible things that could go wrong.
Gender reassignment surgery.
Go running.
You know when you build something up in your head to be really awful, then you try it and it’s exactly that awful?
I was once like that. I thought running was such a boring hobby. I stuck to it though, and it quickly became a hobby for me that I miss when I don’t or can’t do it.
I do 20-35km per week, including a half marathon (organized or self induced) once per month. Previous to last year, I didn’t exercise or go to the gym.
i did a training program years ago to go from zero to running 5km without slowdown.
i stuck to it over like eight months, it hurt all the way, and when i had proved to myself that i could do it i quit because it just got worse and worse
Kinda sounds like you were running way too hard.
Many people assume you need to run your ass off every time you go. Its just not true.
My shortest runs are quick, but I’m just cruisin’ for any long runs; slow enough to comfortably talk with someone and run for a few hours without stopping.
If you’re running and you hate it you need to slow way down.
