Why do some people want to experience dangerous situations.
There are many factors behind the particular human behavior. Perhaps as many as the people who want to experience them. However, there are a few reasons which I will propose:
Very young people do not yet realize the ramifications of natural disasters. They are less inclined to think of their own mortality. It is akin to when we are teaching our children to ride a bicycle without the training wheels. We know they will fall, but we let them try. They have read books, seen movies, and heard stories. They want to experience what others have felt. It is a natural growing process in the human psyche. In this case, a perfectly normal response.
In the case of adults, it may be part of the same thinking process. Adults have had more so-called adreno-rushes. It is a subconscious response which gives a feeling of euphoria. If this were not a family blog, I believe most adults fully understand the implications of that statement.
It is the same response in some individuals which make them become fighter pilots, dare-devils, soldiers, and yes, even athletes. Scientists, as well as the psychiatric and psychology fields have studied this phenomenon for years. Since many more men are prone to this condition, it has been assumed to be connected with the hormonal difference between men and women.
However, women are not in least exempt from this conditions as would be presumed. The feelings of exhilaration are perhaps equal in both.
On another level, people may subconsciously want to test their own abilities against the forces of nature and danger. Each of us, in our own way test ourselves daily. It is what makes the human being constantly try new adventures and experimentation. It is an integral part of our very nature.
On the other hand, individuals who have experience such natural disasters are sometimes appalled at the thought that someone would actually want to experience what they look upon as a terrible nightmare. The difference is, those who have experienced it, already have subconsciously adjusted their own response instincts. They subsequently view this behavior as abhorent.
What they do not understand, is that particular neurotransmitter which is now in over-time in their brain, is not yet connected to someone without the same experience.
It is all perfectly normal.
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Like the old Packards. My father had a 1949 or 50 that had fold up seats in the back including the regular seats. You could use those things like tanks.
I honestly didn't take you for that type. I never had a sense of adventure. My three older brothers were all top athletes and Naval Officers. I didn't even like to play badminton. It seems that somehow danger always found me in my various professions.
I can honestly say I have only been on a motorcycle once in my life. I think the noise got to me. You know, me screaming the whole time I was on the damn thing. So I decided the military was safer. :)
Yeah, sure! You probably taught Henry Ford how to build the assembly line.
Some interesting people are on these blogs. I enjoy hearing stories like this.
Ha, I know better.
If I remember correctly, it was a cheap motel. Hourly rates I believe.
Smart move, auburn. Safer that way.
Well, that is actually a long story. Get yourself some popcorn and sit back. Since we are going all nostalgic here, dump the bag of popcorn into a bowl. Just seems more fitting that way.
Yes, I met up with Henry at his barn one evening. I admit that it was all actually kind of a fluke. Henry had all of these strange parts lined up in the dirt.
I asked Henry, "What are all of these parts were for?".
Henry quickly explained to me that he was going to build a car.
I asked Henry, "What's a car?".
Henry said, "Well, give me a few days and I will put all of the parts together and I will show ya.".
I watched Henry go grab an axle and set it on the ground. He then went and grabbed a tire and put it on the axle. He then went and grabbed another tire and put it the other end of the axle. He then went a grabbed another axle. He then went and grabbed another tire. .... Well, you see where this going.
I asked Henry, "Henry?".
Henry asked, "What is it, Rookie?". (Yeah. I've been called Rookie for along time now. Anyway, back to the story!)
I asked Henry, "Henry, why not lay out all the parts in the order you want to assemble them?".
Henry scratched his head a few seconds and said, "Yes, I think that might make this car assembly go a little faster."
Henry then laid out all the parts in the order he wanted to assemble them. He then continued to commence assembling the car again. He put a part on and then walked over to get the next part. He put that part on and then walked over to get the next part. He put that ... well, you can see where this going. ... Again.
I asked, "Henry?".
Henry asked, "What is it now, Rookie?.
I said, "Henry, you have all of the parts laid out in order of assembly, but you are still doing too much walking.".
Henry said, "Well, I was kinda hopin' you would notice that! Do you have nay more bright ideas, Rookie?".
I sensed that Henry was getting a little riled that he was still having to do so much walking. Still, I knew that the principle was a sound one. So I pondered the problem for a few minutes. I scratched my head a few times and then pondered the problem some more. Then, all of a sudden, it occurred to me.
I asked, "Henry, why not put in a rail system and then you can move the assembled parts down to the next station instead of doing all of that walking back and forth.".
Henry pondered for a few minutes and scratched his head.
Henry then said, "Well then I am just building a rail system instead of a car.".
OK, he had me on that one. .... Then I pondered some more and soon realized something.
I said, "Henry! You only have to build the rail system once! Then you can more easily assemble your car!".
Henry then said, "Yeah, Rookie, but I only want to build one car!". Turns out that Henry was not as "visionary" as some believe that he was. I stared at him with a puzzled look. I shook it off.
I asked, "Henry, what if you build a few other cars, sell them and then they pay for your car too?".
Henry said, "Rookie, you may actually have a good idea this time!". .. Yeah, I didn't get any respect back then either. ... sigh
OK, Henry builds his rail system with all of the parts set along the side in the order they are to be assembled. Henry put on a part and then rolled the assembly down to the next part. Henry put on another part and then rolled the assembly down to the next. Henry put on another ... well, you see where this is going. Anyway, Henry finally gets to the end of the assembly line with his finished car!
Henry looked over at me and said, "Rookie, that did go a lot faster, but I am really, really tired by the time I get to the end of the line.".
I said, "Henry, why do you not get a horse to pull the assemble along?".
Henry stared at me with a crazed look and said, "ROOKIE!, you DO realize that I am building a HORSELESS CARRIAGE!, do you not!".
I said, "Whatever, Henry. That name will never stick anyway!".
I then said, "Henry, why not sell the horse as an option?".
Henry got that crazed look in his eyes again.
Henry said, "My car WILL NOT have any OPTIONS!".
I said to Henry, "Whatever! See how long that works out for you!".
Henry just kinda stared at me.
I asked, "Henry, why do you not hire some help?".
Henry glanced over at me.
I said, "Besides me, Henry.".
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Henry and I are still talking things over when some guy comes walking up.
The guy says, "Hello, my name is Carl. I was sleeping over in the haystack and I kept waking up hearing someone saying, Henry.".
I just kinda looked the other way.
Henry said, "Well this genius (I sensed a bit of sarcasm in his voice when he said "genius")standing next me is named Rookie. I am Henry. Rookie kept calling out to me.".
Carl looked around a second and said, "Well, what are doing with all of these parts?".
Henry said, "Well, I am building a horseless carriage.".
Carl kinda glanced over at me. I could see the puzzled look in his face.
I said to Carl, "Don't ask.". and just shook my head.
Henry said to Carl, "Hey! Would you like a job?".
Carl said, "Well sure! What do I have to do?".
Henry said, "Well, first off, go get me a horse.".
I just smiled. ... A LOT!
Henry looked over at me and said, "Get that smile off your face, ROOKIE!".
Well, pretty soon, and with Carl's help, Henry had another car roll off the assembly line.
I looked over at Henry and asked, "Well, what are you going to name it?".
Henry scratched his head and said, "Name it? What do you mean by name it?".
I said, "Well, if you are going to sell it you are going to have name it. You can't just call it, This!".
Henry looked over at me and said, "Well, I will just call it a horseless carriage.".
I rolled my eyes back and said, "I already told you that that name is not going to stick!".
Henry thought about it and said, "Well, I'll just name it Ford then!".
I said, "Wait a minute. Isn't that your last name?".
Henry looked over at me and said, "Yeah. SO!".
I just said, "Whatever!, but who is going to buy a car named Ford?" .... OK, I was clueless at the time.
Well, the rest is history. There is a bit of a side story to all of this. Do you remember Carl? Well Carl ended working for Henry until Carl retired. After Carl retired he became bored and decided he wanted to do something, but not on the assembly line again. He thought it over and remembered how he got his job with Henry. He remembered hearing the name Henry and wanted to check out was going on. Well, the name "Henry" turned out to be good for him before so he decided to use it in his new profession.
And ... the rest is history
Yes, Henry and Carl made fortunes because of me. I got nadda! Here I am. I am still working! ... But, I am still alive and Henry and Carl? ... Not so much! ;-)
Hmmm...well, if I have a type, I haven't figured it out yet, and believe me...I've tried!
Don't get me wrong...I'm not a dare-devil. No bungie jumping off bridges, but not risk adverse if the potential return is there.
But...I did have a friend diagnose my lack of enthusiasm the last couple years as being adrenalin withdrawal. Without it, I guess I'm just my plain old calm, quiet, self.
Both my daughters say that I'm the calmest person that they know. Of course, you have to have met their mothers to fully understand that. I just tell them that I've dealt with so many stressful situations that I've learned not to get excited over the little stuff.
LOL
(now I will spend the rest of the day wondering what "type" people think I am.)
:o)
Good Job.
Thank you, Hood and Grothar. ..... I will either have to quit writing so late at night or hire a proof reader before posting. I noticed that there are some wording issues in it, but the story remains just as true. ;-)
I've found that often I am much more creative late at night. Perhaps the logic functions take a back seat to the creative process when we are tired.
Exactly! This is true for me any way. When I have nothing else to think about for the day, then my mind is left to wonder and wander. ... Sometimes I get the inspiration to do something creative with it. Grothar's OBVIOUSLY FALSE ;-) accusation that I showed Henry how to build the assembly line was a great inspiration for me. Thank's, Grothar! ... Yeah, I know. .... Whatever. ;-)
Not sure whether I approve of some of your friends though !!
heheheheh
Car Stories. I love them.
First car I drove a lot was fathers Austin Westminster.
Fabulous thing with leather and tables in the back of the front seat.
A huge 6cyl. with 3 carbs, and a 3-speed shifter on the floor.
Weighed a lot, but went to 100 in no time flat....
First car I owned was a Ford Escort (the English version of Ford).
Spent a lot of time getting the HP up, and built a really nice extractor manifold that made a big difference. Was working at a muffler factory at the time, bending pipes and installing exhaust systems. Twin Webber carbs made a diff. too.
Became Mr. Port&Polish with all kinds of people.
Good days.
Remember when ex. systems used to last only a couple years?
And now that I have brought everybody down, this will make you laugh: my first car was a 1962 Rambler Classic with push-button drive and fold-back front seats. You can see it here: http://www.cascaderamblers.org/r2001/62clr1.jpg. The embarrassing part is that I bought it in 1972 when it burned more oil than gas and wouldn't start in a fog unless we brought the plugs in to dry them out in the oven first.
Austin Westminster.
Okay...that's kinda cool!
I can see this with a blown 350 Chevy!
Ford Escort?
Well, I guess I'll give you some credit for owning up to it!
LOL that's what you get for your remark about "some of your friends". Must admit...it was way cooler than the US version.
LOLOL !
The Westminster was a later model to that one.
Must have been about 1967-68 model I guess.
The Escort was fun to drive on narrow, winding roads!
This one?
".... it burned more oil than gas and wouldn't start in a fog unless we brought the plugs in to dry them out in the oven first.
LOL! That is what we car enthusiasts call "character".
The AMC Pacer - Commonly called, "The Goldfish Bowl" because of all of the glass.
The only obvious "blind spot" was in the buyer!
I drove a few times with my muffler dragging down the road. Nice sparks though.
Really sorry to hear that about your husband. That is a terrible thing. But they are coming up with amazing new techniqus.
Hey, the Ramblers weren't bad. You just had to carry a little extra oil is all.
I rememember the Austins. They were quite popular in Europe. I couldn't get used to the European autos when I moved there. Remember the Austin Mini? God that was awful. I had returned from Norway to finish High School here when I was just 15. I got the Lincoln by default. I was 16 and my parents were buying me a car. It was supposed to have been a 1962 Chevy Impala. But when they got on the lot, they saw a the 1962 Lincoln which had less than a 1,000 miles on it. I was actually embarrassed to drive it to school. All my friends had these nice sports cars and I pull up in a tank.
LOL It's not targeting you, Georgia. It's just to let the bloggers know that the response to wanting to experience something new is quite normal. Humans are by nature, adventurous. Even I would like to go on Space Mountain at Disney World, but they won't let me because I am too old. So they let me ride the Tea Cups instead.
Dangerous too, The Edsel was really a beautiful car even though it bombed. We often go to auto shows and you should see the prices on them now. Some look brand new.
This is my Richard Petty Driving Experience at Daytona, now that was a rush.....
Nice toy.
Car Bungee-Jumping - Going for the Record!
There are those among us that are willing to risk it all for the ultimate experience. .... And then there are people like me that just like watch. Preferably, at home and in my recliner. .... More popcorn?
Yep;that's it! (One day I will learn how to embed photos.) Thanks for that.
It's been 16 years now since his accident, so we are pretty used to wheelchair life. They don't get out the "new techniques" for us old guys. Thanks for the kind thoughts.
LOL, my Dad drove one of those for a while. Red & White. He hated it....
He also had a Mercury, but I don't remember it.
I remember a Chrysler Valiant with push-button gear-shifter.
He drove a Jaguar for a couple of years too. That was Fantastic. I remember me and brother used to stand in the backseat and have our heads poking out through the sun-roof. The competition was to see who could get the nastiest bug in the eye at 50 mph....
I remember a Humber Super Snipe too,
Nice English woodwork and leather. Must have been 1960 or so.
He was the General Manager for a couple of oil companies here, so the cars were provided by the Co.
His last car was the Westminster, and that was what I drove when I got my licence, until I got the Escort.
The new ones, with Cooper modifications are real nice though.
A little bigger, and fast...
I have only seen one in my life. The one that I saw also had a push button transmission. These cars competed very well against the Cadillac of day.
That looks like an old Packard. I can't tell the year, but they all looked pretty much the same in the mid 1950's. They were some car though. Some had air conditioning.
Yes! The 1956 Packard Clipper Super.
Some had freon conditioned air conditioners and some had 4/70 air conditioning.
sometimes you can be resourceful and get an adrenaline rush and seek freedom at the same time. A bunch of the old timers sitting around the island so why not make one into a boat!
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