if your having money problems as well, dont drive fast, it uses more gas. i can literally watch the needle on the gauge go down when my dad drives my t/a and likes to get on it. driving only about 20 miles in one day, i used a quarter tank of gas. i told him lighten up on the pedal, or he can buy my next tank.

The problem is simply that you just never know what is around the bend, and you can't rely on a seemingly unpopulated town to have the safest roads to gun it. Sometimes, those are just the worst places to speed, especially when unsuspecting children are used to the low traffic flow.

I know my dad tells a story about one day when he much younger he was taking a rather "spirited drive" through a desolate town on a windy country road in his Jensen Healey. He came up ove a bridge and just on the other side of it were two little children sitting in the road, playing. He barely stopped in time. He knew at that moment that he very well could have killed those kids. Granted, they shouldn't have been in the road, but again, you never know. It's just better to play it safe, and not to assume that just because you're a good driver, and you're in a ghost town, that there isn't something you're gonna hit. Most kids rely on low traffic town areas for safe playing ground. Drivers on the other hand look at it as a place with fewer obstacles. See where this clashes?

Sucks you got your license suspended, but I guess it could have been worse had you not been caught, but I guess we'll never know, and then again, maybe that's a good thing.

PS. Deer at 65 MPH are not fun either. Bye bye exhaust. Remember that, Tim? Hahaha. Eww.

As a resident of West Bumble****, no offense taken. But I can attest to the fact that we not only have deer that run onto highways, we also have coyotes, bears, raccoons, bunnies, skunks (Hit a skunk and smile...I dare ya), possums, and any number of other such wildlife. Not to mention the domestic animals, such as dogs, cats, chickens, horses and cows. Yeah. I've seen cows...not on Route 15, but they're on those 'country roads,' along with crotchety old farmers on slow-moving John Deere tractors. On 15, I've also seen a TON of motorcyclists, some of whom cruise along at the speed limit on Harleys, others who zoom in and out of traffic on crotch rockets. If driving along 15, don't bother 'punching it' or any other such automotive fun as I have never gone either direction on Route 15 and NOT seen a Sparta cop. They're always there; it's what they do.

In addition to those 'rolling hills,' there are a ton of sweeping curves and blind curves and guess what? Why, we done got the telephone AND the cable television out here, too, which means there are more than enough utility poles to slam into.

So I guess I'm ignorant, because yeah, I do honestly believe that within five seconds, the moon and stars and planets can in fact be aligned in juuuuuust the right way that one or more of these factors can screw you up. All it takes is just a tiny patch of unseen gravel on one of those sweeping turns on 15 to send you reeling. If you don't believe me, take a look around. I'm sure you'll see more than one white wooden cross on the side of Route 15, and any of the hundreds of desolate, winding, two-lane highways that tempt those of us with a bunch of horsies under the hood and a lead foot. You may be in control of your car, but you can't control what other idiots are doing behind the wheel (Or handlebars) of their vehicles, nor can you control the exact time and date a four legged friend is going to jump out in front of you (I've had my heart rate skyrocket more than once from this kind of furry surprise).

I'm not saying that what you did makes you an idiot or any other four-letter words. I'm just saying that it only takes a few seconds for things to go FUBAR. Yeah, my family is up here too, but I'm pretty good about not letting the two year-old run loose in the street, but the thirteen year-old might chase a soccer ball into the street. You just never know.

I guess my point to all of this is that you gotta be careful, no matter where you are. And like everyone else says: Stick around, man. The Chatterbox gets pretty good on a summer Saturday night; keep on coming up and being a part of it. 8-)

mine? lmao

very well said. all of it. take it to heart, because it's true. :mrgreen:

Dude in Sussex county, all that and more is possible