Not one to really race much since I am essentially bone stock but today was different. I am coming home from work (8:00p.m.) on a nice long avenue and I meet up with a dodge pickup. He has dual exhaust, expensive rims, big tires, and sounds pretty healthy too.
Light turns green and off he goes. For grins I try to keep up with him and I do. He never gets more than 1/2 truck length ahead of me. We get to the next stop light, it turns green and he nails it. So do I and it is the same story. He can't pull away from me.
One more stop light and the story repeats itself. Needless to say I am happier than a pig in mud. The dodge boy wasn't. I had started to slow down as we were coming up to an intersection that has 5 intersecting streets, well here is how he showed how up set he was. He whips over in front of me and hops on the brakes and then takes off thru a yellow light and barely makes it thru the next intersection as well (the 2 intersections are about 30 yards apart). I was not happy at all. I was thinking it was good clean fun until then.
I watched him way up ahead of me whip thru traffic like his a** was on fire doing everything he could not to get stuck a red light. Apparently mr. all show and no go didn't want see what the consequences of his actions were going to be. Thus the name for the title for this post "Dodge gasser = pansie boy".
So while I didn't beat him hands down, I did beat him in the "I'm a bigger man than you are" category
so I will chock this up as kill with an asterisk by it until I one day get a real kill.