Good thing they give prizes for the best pirouette. That was impressive. As was the survivability of the cage, the car and the driver. I'm glad everything worked like it should.
Next time you might want to tune your aero package a little more.
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I have a feeling last weekend's rollovers will quiet down the people who have been whining about the roll cage regulations on the LeMons forum.
@Armand: I was patiently waiting for someone to make a Flight of the Bumblebee joke, but I see that you've got it covered with your picture captions. Well played.
As for the pictures themselves: Yikes. Damned lucky that the car didn't take just one more tumble after the cage was compromised. I don't reckon that landing on the roof with an already cracked roll cage would have ended as well.
Wow, the latest bulletin is that his wife scratched up his face, he fled the house, and she followed him with a golf club and smashed the Caddy-- the car, not the golfing assistant, but I think a 'Lade is what, a par 5?-- as he tried to drive away--he thought the car had crashed into something, got distracted, looked back and hit the hydrant and tree. And yes, it was allegedly because he was cheating, as some speculated here.
@lilwillie: They say: "alcohol wasn't a factor" in the sense of: "considering his wife was chasing him out of the driveway with a 9-iron at 2:25 in the morning, there's a pretty good chance he would've crashed into something anyway, even if he wasn't drunk at the time."
OMG. Hopefully this doesn't mean he is going to get a whole bunch of facial plastic surgery like MJ, and start impersonating The Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz in all his PGA appearances for 2010.
Here's the lesson, boys and girls:
Even if you are a retired hit man for the Mob, driving a Caddy in Florida may be dangerous for your health. More so if you insist on texting your order for a late night six pack of sliders to the local Gut Bomb while behind the wheel. Sure, they make great ballast after some drinks with friends, but you will need all your concentration just to wrestle with the steering wheel of that blinged out Escalade and keep it between the curbs. You may feel invulnerable sitting way up high in that metal cocoon. But every hydrant on your way home has been waiting for just this chance. And there is nothing that they would rather do, than rip great gaping tears in that Caddy's soft, smooth sheet metal, and throw you and your smugness right through the glass of your front windshield.
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Next time you might want to tune your aero package a little more.
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I have a feeling last weekend's rollovers will quiet down the people who have been whining about the roll cage regulations on the LeMons forum.
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As for the pictures themselves: Yikes. Damned lucky that the car didn't take just one more tumble after the cage was compromised. I don't reckon that landing on the roof with an already cracked roll cage would have ended as well.
Glad everyone is alright.
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Back to you in the studio, Stud Beefpile.
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Maybe this is just the setup for Elin's new book about working on your backswing?
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at 2:25 am....
pissed off at the wife.....drunk(I know they said it wasn't a factor) .....high....or texting.
Take your picks, boys.
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400 yds with the 1 Wood, wife put the smack down on him
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What luck that she had a golf club!
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You're doing it wrong, Tiger. Your caddy is supposed to drive the Caddy.
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Here's the lesson, boys and girls:
Even if you are a retired hit man for the Mob, driving a Caddy in Florida may be dangerous for your health. More so if you insist on texting your order for a late night six pack of sliders to the local Gut Bomb while behind the wheel. Sure, they make great ballast after some drinks with friends, but you will need all your concentration just to wrestle with the steering wheel of that blinged out Escalade and keep it between the curbs. You may feel invulnerable sitting way up high in that metal cocoon. But every hydrant on your way home has been waiting for just this chance. And there is nothing that they would rather do, than rip great gaping tears in that Caddy's soft, smooth sheet metal, and throw you and your smugness right through the glass of your front windshield.
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