My father used to do that at red lights and stop signs. There was a street we'd go down to get out of our neighborhood that had two stop signs, one at the end of each intersection and the second intersection ended in a T. He'd turn at the first stop sign, then floor it to the second and slam on the breaks at the last second. It was a long block, but it was still just a block. Always scared the shit out of me. He'd do it other places too, and that was also scary, but this was really terrifying, especially in the winter.
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