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I grew up in and lived in small towns most of my life so its not too difficult to find long stretches of road with nobody around for miles. It was pretty common for young folk to head outside of town and see how fast they could get their cars going...really for no other reason then it gave you something to do.
But open roads just pale in comparison to a runway. Loring AFB was closed when I was 14 and for maybe about a year afterwards there was little to any human presence on the base whats so ever. Police from nearby towns would maybe swing by once a night and look things over but otherwise you were left to your own devices (which was pretty cool for a lad of 14 hundreds of empty buildings...empty nuclear bunkers, use your imagination). Anyway we'd hit the runway, start at one end and floor it until we'd bottom out the needle. I think the fastest I had a car going a was around 120 give or take 5 mph. The best part was by the time you hit that speed you still had untold amounts of runway left to slow down...or try to go faster. Great times.
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“My god I must have missed it...its hell down here!”
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