Killed the heartbeat
So I'm driving yesterday down a major surface street here in town (4 lanes of travel) I'm in the left lane and I see in my rear view a duramax dually rollin' up hard on me, cuts to the right, passes me and throws me a hard look on the way buy. OKAY! Now ya gotta understand I'm driving a late '99 350 LB, extended cab dually with full length boxes and a rack on it. I do have a K&N, a full 4" turbo back with a good flowin' race muffler and a three stage Edge evolution (which is on stage 2). Nothin' compared to most on here.
So anyway as he passes me I see the tiny stock exaust pipe. TIME TO PLAY!
At the next light I get behind him. He is first at the light, but there is a truck to his right (or I woulda lined up on him!) Light turns green, I see the puff of smoke out of his tennie wennie pipe and I'm on him like my bluetick on a bear track. With JUST ENOUGH room to squeeze in front of the other truck I whip into the next lane and lay it down he sees I'm blown' past and tries to run me into the bike lane!!!!!! NOW IT'S FIGHT TIME, I'M HOT!! Instead of blowin' my top I trap him in his lane (comming up there is a right turn to get onto the freeway I know he wants to take) he slows down, I slow down, he speeds up, I speed up he can't get buy me. He tries to get a run on me, I open it up, he slams on the brakes, so do I. And the game goes on, I can see he is fumming mad, and I'm laughing! We get to the T intersection and he is forced to take the turn he didn't want! HA HA HA POOR SPORT!!
Plus he flipped me the bird as I was laughing at him (as he was turning left instead of right!)
I usually don't "run" guys in my truck but I couldn't resist.