Sister has her license for a week, and we're driving grandma's 73 Ford Torino. 351 Windsor. Army Green. Tall vinyl seats. On the country road there's a sign that says "dip in road". Sister floors it. 70 mph. Steep rise.
We go airborne. It is instantly quiet except for the high whine of the Windsor engine. No seat belts on of course and I find myself, in the passenger's side, in an experience of zero gravity, floating several inches above the seat. What a wierd feeling.
Then we descend, the ceiling presses down, hard on the top of my head, bending my neck. In the next instant my body and hips are slammed hard down into the seat. I can feel the wraps of paper and old beer bottle caps underneath the seat forging their shape into my ass and we impact far below hard into the dip in the road.
All four hub-caps fly off. She stops the car slowly. Wow.
I walk back along the ditches and get the hub caps. Neighbors (Ohio people from Kentucky no doubt) come out and say, "Tha Baack of youu cahr loooked like FIIIIRE". "Youu lucky to be a'Live!!".
Bent the idler arm flat and I replaced that. She never handled very good after that. Figured it was made to be a taxi or army staff car. Wasn't great to begin with anyhow. The 351 would wind-out at 103 and it took a LONG time to get that fast. Had a killer air conditioner though. Hard to see out the back.