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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
My dad (repeatedly) tells the story about a fishing buddy of his who, with a pal, drives down to Daytona (straight through) for the 500 (I can't even imagine the redneckedness of this event) every year. They pack two 30-packs of beer and usually finish almost all of it by the time they get to the race.
I think my dad is full of shit.
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I had uncles who always took a beer supply in a cooler in the back seat for every drive over 45 minutes in length. Yes, now that you mention it, one of them
did kill himself driving drunk on 465 around Indy.* No, he wasn't headed to the Indy 500.
*He overcompensated with the wheel after turning around from grabbing a beer (from the cooler) and realizing he was
way too close to the car in front of him. As opposed to my aunt who killed herself driving drunk around 465 in Indy. She didn't have any alcohol with her in the car. She just got lit at a bar and drove the wrong way on the highway until she hit someone head on who made the mistake of driving the right way down the highway that night.
