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Or better known in war as getting grazed. Pulling a u-turn on a sidestret near Wilshire Blvd today when this igmo in a vintage 'Vette Stingray comes barrelling in out of nowhere, and in my rear view I already see that he's driving to fast to stop in time to allow me to finish my turn.
Committed, I speed up to make the turn before he broadsides me, and I feel a sudden jolt and hear a sickening crunch as my right-forward rim clips the concrete curb. I immediately pulled over and sure enough, the edge of my beautiful rim was ground down like somebody had taken a file to it.
Oh, and the speeding 'Vette? Takes off like he's king of the road.
I don't get it... I make that turn all the time and the Bullitt takes it on a dime, but today in the heat of the moment, whammo. <expletives deleted>
Mike
Committed, I speed up to make the turn before he broadsides me, and I feel a sudden jolt and hear a sickening crunch as my right-forward rim clips the concrete curb. I immediately pulled over and sure enough, the edge of my beautiful rim was ground down like somebody had taken a file to it.
Oh, and the speeding 'Vette? Takes off like he's king of the road.
I don't get it... I make that turn all the time and the Bullitt takes it on a dime, but today in the heat of the moment, whammo. <expletives deleted>
Mike
