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I'm late to this conversation, but growing up in Terre Haute we mainly corned houses. Back when more houses were aluminum siding, you could make a hell of a racket.

We'd load up full size tube socks full of shelled corn for ease of transport. Seems so stupid looking back, but that was life in the 80s growing up in Terre Haute.
Corning is a time-honored tradition. If you want to get a bit more daring: scoop dog crap into a brown paper bag, light it on fire, place it on unsuspecting neighbor porch, ring doorbell and watch the fun ensue as the resident stomps out the fire and gets dog dung on their shoes. Only for the true hooligans.
 
I'm late to this conversation, but growing up in Terre Haute we mainly corned houses. Back when more houses were aluminum siding, you could make a hell of a racket.

We'd load up full size tube socks full of shelled corn for ease of transport. Seems so stupid looking back, but that was life in the 80s growing up in Terre Haute.
I looked through the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame today. There are a lot of inductees from Terre Haute high schools (Dishinger,Lovellette, etc, etc) but no Brian Evans. What gives that Brian Evans hasn’t been inducted? Terre Haute needs to launch demonstrations or something.
 
I looked through the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame today. There are a lot of inductees from Terre Haute high schools (Dishinger,Lovellette, etc, etc) but no Brian Evans. What gives that Brian Evans hasn’t been inducted? Terre Haute needs to launch demonstrations or something.
Cause he's a dick. I played against him in Boy's Club and he's also TH denier, used to say he was from Indy, which was not true. I'm guessing that's why. Karma
 
Cause he's a dick. I played against him in Boy's Club and he's also TH denier, used to say he was from Indy, which was not true. I'm guessing that's why. Karma
I can’t imagine it would make much difference in your social standing much of any place in the world to claim you were from Indy rather than Terre Haute.
 
“wow man , so he kicked your ass or what? One of the toughest players ever at IU”

He went pretty high in the NBA draft also.
 
wow man , so he kicked your ass or what? One of the toughest players ever at IU
Yeah, actually, he won more than we did head to head. He was just so prickish though even at that age. I did do his ex-girlfriend later in life, so we are even
 
Cause he's a dick. I played against him in Boy's Club and he's also TH denier, used to say he was from Indy, which was not true. I'm guessing that's why. Karma
What number did you wear at IU? Evans was #34
 
I can’t imagine it would make much difference in your social standing much of any place in the world to claim you were from Indy rather than Terre Haute.
Yeah, but he did, he was snobby. Actually surprising to me that his personality could exist with RMK. Not denying he was a good player
 
Miata = Casket on Wheels
Can say the same about nearly anything driven to its upper limits.

Did the SF Bay Bridge to Evansville in 28 hours in a Miata. Wasn't even mine - driveaway car. Eight hours put me east of SLC, blew through Wyoming in the dark (part of it trailing two semis doing 105-110 mph), showered and ate south of Laramie, and slipped a HP pursuit at the eastern terminus of the Kansas Turnpike. Guy clocked me doing 100+ and turned on his lights but as he was headed in the opposite direction he had to drive on several miles to turn around - only time I ever opted or had occasion to 'flee' but had a serious head-start and was only about 10-12 miles from the end of turnpike. He must have been flooring it because by the time I reached the end (and multiple opportunities to exit and disappear), his lights were getting to be an increasingly frequent (if still somewhat distant/disconcerting) feature in my rear-view mirror.

Remember being about 20-30 miles from the IN border on I-64 when I looked down and realized I was doing 105. One thing to pull that shit out West, but in S. Illinois on a Saturday afternoon? Guaranteed minimum overnight stay in lock-up (which probably means until Monday to get arraigned), license forfeiture, reckless driving charge/fine and who knows what else. Throttled way down and coasted home.

Big fun. Asinine, but big fun all the same. And if I was given a Ferrari/Maserati/Lambo or whatnot to deliver to the West Coast, I'd probably do it again - only faster. Top speed for a Miata back then was maybe 125, and there's just not much there there - but all sorts of solid stuff out there now that'll do 180-200. What's a red-blooded American boy to do?

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Can say the same about nearly anything driven to its upper limits.

Did the SF Bay Bridge to Evansville in 28 hours in a Miata. Wasn't even mine - driveaway car. Eight hours put me east of SLC, blew through Wyoming in the dark (part of it trailing two semis doing 105-110 mph), showered and ate south of Laramie, and slipped a HP pursuit at the eastern terminus of the Kansas Turnpike. Guy clocked me doing 100+ and turned on his lights but as he was headed in the opposite direction he had to drive on several miles to turn around - only time I ever opted or had occasion to 'flee' but had a serious head-start and was only about 10-12 miles from the end of turnpike. He must have been flooring it because by the time I reached the end (and multiple opportunities to exit and disappear), his lights were getting to be an increasingly frequent (if still somewhat distant/disconcerting) feature in my rear-view mirror.

Remember being about 20-30 miles from the IN border on I-64 when I looked down and realized I was doing 105. One thing to pull that shit out West, but in S. Illinois on a Saturday afternoon? Guaranteed minimum overnight stay in lock-up (which probably means until Monday to get arraigned), license forfeiture, reckless driving charge/fine and who knows what else. Throttled way down and coasted home.

Big fun. Asinine, but big fun all the same. And if I was given a Ferrari/Maserati/Lambo or whatnot to deliver to the West Coast, I'd probably do it again - only faster. Top speed for a Miata back then was maybe 125, and there's just not much there there - but all sorts of solid stuff out there now that'll do 180-200. What's a red-blooded American boy to do?

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That Miata was nothing, and I wasn't trying to push it. What I did try to push was the 335 horsepower BMW go-kart I bought in near mid-life crisis many years back. the James Bond car you know. it was so fast it was a bit scary being so small, but the Bring My Wallet aspect of those is true and this thing only had 40K miles. Still I want to kick myself for selling, I'd probably be 60K better off or as an asset had I not.. Last I heard, John Cougar has it. I'm preferential to Porsche for the handling, but this was a Dinan factory Z3M with a clutch stop.. It would eat a Corvette for lunch
 
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That Miata was nothing, and I wasn't trying to push it. What I did try to push was the 335 horsepower BMW go-kart I bought in near mid-life crisis many years back. the James Bond car you know. it was so fast it was a bit scary being so small, but the Bring My Wallet aspect of those is true and this thing only had 40K miles. Still I want to kick myself for selling, I'd probably be 60K better off or as an asset had I not.. Last I heard, John Cougar has it. I'm preferential to Porsche for the handling, but this was a Dinan factory Z3M with a clutch stop.. It would eat a Corvette for lunch
Sounds like you pushed it too much. Love ice driving for my part, but something that light is like trying to steer ball bearings.

Sadly not much experience with designer horsepower (probably a good thing) but pretty sure I'd get in trouble with constant recourse to a Porsche or something like the Beamer you describe - just too much engine and performance not to exercise.
 
Can say the same about nearly anything driven to its upper limits.

Did the SF Bay Bridge to Evansville in 28 hours in a Miata. Wasn't even mine - driveaway car. Eight hours put me east of SLC, blew through Wyoming in the dark (part of it trailing two semis doing 105-110 mph), showered and ate south of Laramie, and slipped a HP pursuit at the eastern terminus of the Kansas Turnpike. Guy clocked me doing 100+ and turned on his lights but as he was headed in the opposite direction he had to drive on several miles to turn around - only time I ever opted or had occasion to 'flee' but had a serious head-start and was only about 10-12 miles from the end of turnpike. He must have been flooring it because by the time I reached the end (and multiple opportunities to exit and disappear), his lights were getting to be an increasingly frequent (if still somewhat distant/disconcerting) feature in my rear-view mirror.

Remember being about 20-30 miles from the IN border on I-64 when I looked down and realized I was doing 105. One thing to pull that shit out West, but in S. Illinois on a Saturday afternoon? Guaranteed minimum overnight stay in lock-up (which probably means until Monday to get arraigned), license forfeiture, reckless driving charge/fine and who knows what else. Throttled way down and coasted home.

Big fun. Asinine, but big fun all the same. And if I was given a Ferrari/Maserati/Lambo or whatnot to deliver to the West Coast, I'd probably do it again - only faster. Top speed for a Miata back then was maybe 125, and there's just not much there there - but all sorts of solid stuff out there now that'll do 180-200. What's a red-blooded American boy to do?

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I do know Miatas. I owned one. One of the greatest cars to drive in the summer with the top down 5-speed stick. Loved that time of year. Unfortunately, it gets a bad rap. It’s supposed to a “profiler” car for guys a bit light in their loafers.
Also had some truly white knuckle moments driving that in the winter.
 
That Miata was nothing, and I wasn't trying to push it. What I did try to push was the 335 horsepower BMW go-kart I bought in near mid-life crisis many years back. the James Bond car you know. it was so fast it was a bit scary being so small, but the Bring My Wallet aspect of those is true and this thing only had 40K miles. Still I want to kick myself for selling, I'd probably be 60K better off or as an asset had I not.. Last I heard, John Cougar has it. I'm preferential to Porsche for the handling, but this was a Dinan factory Z3M with a clutch stop.. It would eat a Corvette for lunch
I knew some people about 20 years ago in a new overpacked hot BMW M5 owned by a recent college graduate on the north-south state road just over the border in Illinois. You likely know the rest of the story. He got airborne over a hill and it was chopped liver once the kinetic energy finally bled off to zero and included what were previously a couple of cute girls.
 
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I looked through the Indiana Basketball Hall of Fame today. There are a lot of inductees from Terre Haute high schools (Dishinger,Lovellette, etc, etc) but no Brian Evans. What gives that Brian Evans hasn’t been inducted? Terre Haute needs to launch demonstrations or something.

how did you leave out Bobby Leonard?

IU AA with an NCAA ring, pro star, champ Pacer's coach,

"Boom Baby"
 
I do know Miatas. I owned one. One of the greatest cars to drive in the summer with the top down 5-speed stick. Loved that time of year. Unfortunately, it gets a bad rap. It’s supposed to a “profiler” car for guys a bit light in their loafers.
Also had some truly white knuckle moments driving that in the winter.
Reckon anyone that spends more than 50K on a car is light on something - hard to make a case for that sort of indulgence being anything other than serious mental masturbation. Not as demented as 5K-30K wristwatches, but seriously?

My most agonizing white-knuckle driving moments came from being caught out in winter storms on my '73 750 Boxer. Once had the interstate close behind me outside Chattanooga and I ended up driving over the pass at night in a white-out - no tracks to follow, half-blinded by the light reflecting off the falling snow, completely alone and just creeping along trying to stay upright. Warm as toast and grinning most of the way but basically terrified all the same. Do recall that finally hitting wet (as opposed to frozen) pavement on the other side made me feel like an effing conqueror. Probably the last time I'll ever choose to squirt by a highway crew as they're preparing to gate off a highway because of blizzard conditions, but do wish there was video...
 
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