Let's pretend: Instead of a Toyota pickup, imagine it's a '67 Fairlane. Imagine it's a long time ago, young and carefree and quite a bit careless with more horsepower than good sense.
Here's the 8 mile + route I rode or drove to school for 12 years. (bottom right corner to top left from home/first pavement to Miami)
After I got my own car, the trip would look like the following video, but instead of 55 miles per hour at the most, it would be...well, more than that. A lot more, if the car could go that fast and the coast was clear and weather permitting. I took almost the exact same corners back then because...I had to. Thank the good Lord for not letting me kill someone and also for keeping my own young/dumb butt safe.
I never cut the blind corners though, even though the vid looks like it on some. I could see if anything was coming.
Earn entries in our upcoming "Free Gas for a Month" contest by naming the songs played and picked through during this ride. (you'll also have to imagine them being on an eight-track tape player if you wanna get authentic with the time)
Excuse the shoddy camera work; this was my second attempt at this. Excuse the singing at the end, sheesh. I also meant to drive into the school parking lot, but there was a little boy and his bike right at the entrance.
He waved, and I wish I had turned the camera on him and ended the movie right there.