Hey, that's not my picture above. I don't know how - or if I can - change the image.
Well, by now you know who I am. Right? Okay.
Most people don't know this. But I once drove a stock car at a high-banked dirt race track in Pennsylvania. It was an old model car, pretty beat up. No windshield. In fact, no glass at all. The interesting thing is that the steering wheel was in the middle of the car, coming out from where the front dashboard would have been. I climbed in - through the vacant window space - straddled the hump, strapped myself in and grabbed the wheel. The owner stuck his head in the open window space on the other side. "Whatever you do, don't hit the wall."
Hey, that's not my picture above. I don't know how - or if I can - change the image.
Well, by now you know who I am. Right? Okay.
Most people don't know this. But I once drove a stock car at a high-banked dirt race track in Pennsylvania. It was an old model car, pretty beat up. No windshield. In fact, no glass at all. The interesting thing is that the steering wheel was in the middle of the car, coming out from where the front dashboard would have been. I climbed in - through the vacant window space - straddled the hump, strapped myself in and grabbed the wheel. The owner stuck his head in the open window space on the other side. "Whatever you do, don't hit the wall."
Sounded like good advice.
End of this test. I have no idea what I'm doing.