* this thread needs YOU ! *, Which car/motorbike/tractor/drone/plane/skateboard/surfboard/boat/train is the coolest ever

I used fast cars, motorcycles, drinking beer, fighting, chasing women, and having bad relationships to try to fit into society but the real issue was I was on the spectrum.

It took me a long  time to work out what the real issue was. Have you had a similar experience ?

did you up the adrenalin in your life to try and fit in ? like climbing ice mountains at night with a torch on your head !

did you drink far too much to overcome your lacking social skills ? Funny stories are most welcome as well of course we do need a laugh.

Have you made a complete tit of yourself ? lets us know please.

Did you join the army or the navy by mistake ?  lets us know please. 

does driving cars and/or motorcycles help calm your autism related anxiety or make it worse (eg road rage) ? lets us know

did autism cause you to be so aggressive you got arrested a lot,,,, how did you deal with it, how did your parents deal with it ?

telling jokes about your autism and autistic mistakes is most welcome

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  • I like driving. I find it stressful sometimes but overall peaceful, it's very nice watching the scenery go by and at times you can see some incredible sights and places.

    To me a car is a car and I don't have a favorite but I did used to have a favorite train - the first great western:

    I love the sound these high speeds make and used to find the colours on them appealing. Other than old steam trains they are my favorite train.

  • Westmidlands rail have put me off trains for life can't even look at them without remembering being squeezed into a tin can without a hairs width to breath and being cooked by the body heat of overweight and disgruntled brummies trying to keep there footing after twenty minutes of the shitest train driving skills known by man or beast.

    Hummm! I could go on. 

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  • Westmidlands rail have put me off trains for life can't even look at them without remembering being squeezed into a tin can without a hairs width to breath and being cooked by the body heat of overweight and disgruntled brummies trying to keep there footing after twenty minutes of the shitest train driving skills known by man or beast.

    Hummm! I could go on. 

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