On Thursday, August 11, 2011 05:42:34 pm Andrew Uprichard wrote:
> I may have shared with the list that my wife and I love to take the TR out
> for a "stooge" - an RAF WW2 expression meaning going out with no particular
> destination in mind and with no schedule for getting there or getting back.
> "Reconnaissance of the scenery" fits the description well.
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> Well, today we were about 20 miles away from home and were approaching a
> long left-hand corner when a black Mustang approached from the other
> direction, lost control and drifted broadside into our lane. Tires were
> squealing, smoke billowing, the wife screaming. The guy must have been
> doing about 80 on a two-lane road and I truly felt this was it. I saw a
> gap on the right between two fence posts, turned the wheel sharp right and
> headed for the grass. The TR was great, clung to the road and steered us
> to safer pastures. We were fine.
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> I have always loved my car, but now I have an ever deeper respect for its
> abilities.
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Andrew,
Good to hear you and the 3 still have their reflexes. And great to hear you,
the wife and the 3 survived to stooge another day.
Bob
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