In my teen years, I spent Saturday afternoons discovering the top speed of the family car on the back roads south of Folsom. On the drive home from school, I had one Winding Way corner where I would test the limits of rubber-to-asphalt traction and calculate ratios of actual speed to “sign-suggested” speed.
Since then, I have slowed down considerably — and I know why. In high school, I drove a ’66 Mustang with a 302 cu. in. V-8 under the hood. Now I drive a Honda Odyssey and a Honda CR-V.
This past week, I rented an Infiniti G37 and found my foot firmly planted in the carburetor fuel injectors, just like old times.
A wise man once said, “A man’s got to know his limitations.” I know mine. Do you know yours?