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In Bundaberg we used to have one...stereotypically driving a VN Commodore of all things...who lived down the road from us. Always doing burnouts, at our intersection (we lived on a corner) he would spin the car several times and smoke off into the distance. Cops were called but it was before the days of hoon laws so all they could do was go have a chat to him really and make a few threats that they would be "keeping an eye on him".
Then one night someone snuck down the road at 2am and wedged a pair of big thick steel nails in front of and behind all four of his tyres. No idea who did it... ![]() That quieted him down for a while, but he was soon back at it. Until he lost it and went over a gutter and through someones concrete block fence. Drove the front wheels and suspension back to the bottom of the front doors and comprehensively wrote the car off. Best laugh the people in my street had for years... ![]() Quote:
HOWEVER, we used to all know three little words..."Time And Place". People used to do burnouts and drag race...in Bundaberg the "strip" was out in the cane paddocks about eight or nine k's out of town in the middle of nowhere without a house for kilometers. Burnouts used to be done on deserted back streets in industrial areas. Morons who did them in the main street or other nearby areas were told off by the rest of us because it would bring Mr Plod down on the heads of the rest of us. Time And Place, kiddies....time and place...and suburban streets aren't the "place". Last edited by 2011G6E; 19-04-2016 at 04:17 PM. |
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