Where is this road?

[Dan Filetti]

As for throttle control, and traction control notwithstanding, it sure seems to me that it takes more precise throttle control to ride the knife edge of traction, at race speeds, with an eye on being the fastest around the would-be track, than it would be to blather waaay past it.  I believe this was Rich's point.

That being said, the boys in that video were talented, certainly.  If I were to attempt to do any of what those bikes, or car for that matter were doing, it would not turn out well -picture me unceremoniously flying through the air, and you pretty much have it...  

Dan

[andyb]

It may be fun to watch, but any "sport" that is judged rather than scored or timed is just figure skating.  Not a sport.

[Mark Olson]

It may be fun to watch, but any "sport" that is judged rather than scored or timed is just figure skating.  Not a sport.

[motohorseman]

That video was fun, nothing but.

Drifting, I was doing that on rural gravel roads 35 years ago, and it was a total blast. If I could of done it on pavement, I would of.

Had a 1972 Mustang fastback, 302 3 speed, it was way too fun on the gravel roads, "drifting" was not what we called it, but that is what it was.

One of the last times I did it, came around a corner and there was a couple of good old boys parked on the side of the road in a pick-em-up. Chevrolet, mid sixties model, orange and white I believe it was. 

They took chase, and oh boy, we really tore up the roads that day, it was possibly the only time I really scared myself doing it.

I remember seeing that pickup on my rear bumper, all crossed up in the corners, and those two rednecks giving it all they had.

Came to a straight, pulled over to talk to them and they were not having fun, they were mad - red neck mad.

They screamed that I kicked up a rock and cracked their windshield. One tried to get in my passenger door, luckily the handle was broke. The other guy tried to pull me out my window, my door was quicxkly locked, I was nobody's fool.

Dumb ass reached in and I rolled the window up on his arm, he was smart to pull it out at the last second.

I offered to replace their windshield, but that is not what they wanted, they wanted blood.

I had a small .32 I carried, and I remember those guys threatening me every which way and trying to get into my car to get me out and do to me what those guys in that part of the state were known for, beating the living crap out of people.

My hand was now on the gun, it was loaded, cocked and ready, still concealed enough they had not seen it.  They had almost pushed me to the point of pulling it - and I would of had to use it.

Made the decision at the last second, slammed the car in gear and left them both in a storm of rocks and dust, they never did catch up.

Bad deal could of gone really bad.

I'll never forget that moment, or the fun we had on those gravel roads.

That time, it was not a lot of fun......