Fools on prosyolke

At Lehi now second-hand Porsche, and it already how earlier, cannot. Flies, of course, pomalenku, but badly and nearby. Its low road clearance to the earth has pressed. But when Leha rulil on "zhiguljah", it was abrupt, and this general opinion.

As I will recollect, so I will shudder: a country road in width from force of five metres, a covering - the stamped sand with a pebble. On road shparjat side by side "sixth" and "seventh". Speedometers say lies, speed real somewhere 130, it is more on sand does not leave. A dust to heavens. A consciousness condition - "a sailing bashki". We full fools. To us it is good.

I clean a foot from gas, I let out Lehu forward. I go in a dust blindly, on its dimensions. And here it puts the car sideways - and in wood! I behind it. Bats! If not the belt, would break a head a roof. A narrow twisting track with springboards, a such crack among trees. On glasses whip branches. Speed falls to sixty, but subjectively we fly, such sharp it is necessary to make maneuvers. From a bumper to a bumper two steps. It is ours with Lehoj a corporate style. Limiting concentration is necessary not to drive to the colleague in back. Vau! What pool... Fie! It is necessary to close windows more densely. It is good, that Leha the basic blow has taken up. On a luggage carrier drops knock - to fall to a roof they simply were not in time. Ahead dangerous left with mean tramplinchikom, on him so much suspension brackets are killed... On this road it is impossible to go faster thirty basically. But I know it since the childhood, and my car remains is whole.

Here from this streamlet a tractor extended Pontiak TransSport. It Fedja has overestimated the visual memory. Here it is necessary to drive every day to know a relief. But from Feodor all like water off a duck's back. Separately it in our places is well-known utopleniem in bog SAAB'a-9000. It at it karma such - children both of us could pass on edge of a manure hole, and Fedja there and then it appeared in it on a belt.

So, now will be right and such bends will begin, that only keep for a hat. This special art - to rush on wood road where any serious drift leads to blow about a tree. And how without drift? I speak - the relief should be known. Actually at us here not rally, and bobsled. Here it is really devilishly narrow.

At night in the light of headlights the fern looks is unreal. The pine pine forest turns to jungle. At night we do not go quickly, we switch on music and silently we die of beauty.

Wood has parted, cars jerky jump on a high hill and fade. It seems to me, I feel, how they have got tired povodjat sides. Before us extremely picturesque lake. Show is ended. It is possible to smoke. And here so every summer. Three hundred kilometres from Moscow, country roads and full liberation. Possibility though for a short while to become the young idiot to risk and behave outrageously, not being afraid of consequences.

Someone will tell, what is it childishness. And I will tell, what is it behaviour of adult people. In its basis feeling of responsibility. Well, there is some psychotherapy. It is necessary to release reins from time to time.

Across Moscow we so do not go. Unless we will execute ours koronnyj "parovozik" on envy to associates. But it is more-. We count each maneuver on three courses forward. Categorically we do not sit down a wheel even after a beer bottle. Are always fastened. Speed we exceed, but in reasonable limits. More shortly, we behave in a bridle. For reckless tricks at us is our Tver proselok. There we presume all. In city narrowness one your error is capable to ruin a heap of the people. And in wood you answer only for yourself. Well, also be mistaken to itself on health. Fulfil receptions of extreme driving, stand on ears. You can even drink and look vodka, that you from yourself represent at the wheel poddatyj. All you can.

Not without reason our friend Fedja who too in local village has spent all childhood, constantly comes back here. It works in any heaped up garage, but I will not be surprised, if once it drives in village Old rumpled "zhigul" - specially that it here to kill. And that last year Feodor raskokal karter at "Mercedes", bringing in the morning on a market of a pig of aunt Shury. However, it at it precisely destiny. A month later it was declared in village on same "Mercedes" with the broken off bumper. Overtook a trailer, and from that the board has suddenly fallen.

And after all we have summer residences situated near Moscow! But we since the childhood are accustomed to the wild nature, pure water, a deficiency, a mysterious cosiness rublenyh at home. And having matured, we have still fallen in love and with country roads.

Looking now on children who represent from itself Schumachers in close Moscow lanes, I indulgently smile. I too was such - to the first supernumerary situation. Then has sharply ceased. But the desire to drive the car not how is cleverer, and how it would be desirable, all the same excited me. And I have found a place where it to merge. Time in a year but so, that after I long I remain is at the wheel safe for associates.

"You like to drive the car?" - asked me. "And you to go it is pleasant? Differences any", - I answered. The present driving always began for me only on line Е-95, and pure pleasure from it - with turn there where asphalt comes to an end.

Certainly, our "separation" from time to time is risky and costs money. On my fighting to the bill a sailing of the left back wheel, vmjatie kartera (on pair with Lehoj, both of us propahali the same hillock), razdolbanie two mufflers, destruction of shock-absorbers and spherical support. I dived a nose in a ditch and rammed fences, tore up boards branches of fur-trees and had a seat on stones a belly. However, I any miracle have not torn any tyre cover. On this business at us Leha the expert.

Last summer it has arrived in Old on the Porsche, and it has warped from disappointment. And I have appeared bezloshadnyj, and we had nothing to give to a soot. Local in all sincerity offered us motorcycles and lorries. But it is all not that.

Because to "come off" on a usual ordinary wheelbarrow is absolutely special high. We could buy vskladchinu a rusty jeep and found homebrew "trofi", but... What sense to go on buerakam by the car, and so intended for this purpose? What interesting in "a police turn", if a drive at you forward? What for to agree on race from a traffic light against BMW, if at you Porsche?

When Leha rulil on "zhiguljah", he was able so to unscrew the engine to remove from it all capacity, and thus not zaporot. Both of us went masterly and with inspiration. And now at Lehi such stock under a cowl, that it gradually turns to the idler. And in general the car in a city is not necessary to me, and there is no it at me more - has killed.

As we will treat now the complexes, I do not know. Probably, it is necessary to get all the same for the summer the car. The luxury to stay any time the carefree young fool of that costs. Very much helps with normal life to behave, as the adult person.