This past weekend saw me driving to Gainesville/Jax/Graham, FL for a sporting clays tournament. On the trip home I took a different route through Gainesville, that I hadn't traveled in about 4 years.
Weeeeell Im in the "fast lane" doing about 10 over or so, which is the norm in that city. Upon cresting the hill I find myself rapidly approaching an open red light. Rolling up to the line with me is some mercedes (didnt have time to see what it was.) Keep in mind this mercedes cut me off earlier, and I just turned the cheek and ignored it. However I did watch him and he was driving like a complete jacka$$ weaving through traffic, etc. Now im right next to him by mere coincidence.
Immediately forward of this red light by about 300 yards was a merge that forced the fast lane into the slow lane. Seeing this scenario I couldnt help but smile....for somehow "4x4 High" got engaged as I was coasting to a stop at the red light.
Then when the truck got stopped, the brake pedal somehow got pushed waaaaay in, as did the gogo pedal. (Strange huh?
) The unearthly sound of an angry turbo spooling to about 15psi ensued. And the eternal wait of about 3 seconds began for the light to change. After what seemed to be a lifetime of waiting, the green light exploded with light akin to that of a star being born. And with equal abruptness, I released the brakes and stabbed the throttle the rest of the way to the floor like a lead footed mental patient. During this activity, the few items on the dash seemed to take a mind upon themselves and shot off of the dash hitting the seat backs! Imagine that!
And in under 2 seconds the mercades was a good 2 truck lengths back!
Once merged in, I threw the truck in N, shifted into 2wd, back into gear, and moseyed on my way to I75. The mercedes? Yeah he seemed to drive a LOT more conservatively after that.
Fast forward 4 hours.
Almost home, been driving the entire time, usually at 65mph to save diesel on the highway. At this point Im on US41 doing the speedlimit of 55, in the slow lane minding my own business. I spy what appears to be dodge headlights approaching, approaching FAST! I dismiss it and expect them to change into the fast lane and blow by. Does she? Nope. Instead she gets so close to by class III hitch that I cannot see her headlights at all! (Keep in mind there isnt anyone in the fast line for about 3 miles in front or behind me and this is a 4 lane divided highway.) Listening to the wonderful melodies of Korn, while watching this spectacle of idioticy behind me, results in my patience waning like butter under a blow torch. After about 2 minutes, that seemed more like 2 decades, the dakota simultaneously downshift and jumps over to pass. My patience, having gone the way of the Dodo, results in me allowing the throttle to go visit its great friend, the floorboard! And with a beastly roar from the turbo, the powerstroke comes alive, downshifts and takes off! To my complete glee, the dakota's charge was stopped in its tracks then left like it was standing still! After putting about 8 or 10 truck lengths on the dakota I hit the brakes to get out of the jail time including speed....lol
Even though Im a toyota nut, I really love this dang truck! lol