Sorry Ford, But You Asked For It
Out doing a little running around today and I'm on the long straightaway near my house (perfect for racing, 3 lanes one-way for 3 or 4 miles) when I come up on a white dually. I spot the exhaust and gauge pod and ease up next to him. Truck's an '02, 7.3, 6-speed, regular cab XLT. I look over and nod and the guy shoots me a stone faced look. He jumps on it, gets in front of me and blows some smoke at me, then jumps in front and brake checks me! I move over and get next to him and he's god a smirk on his face. Alright buddy I reach down, and bump up the edge box to 5 and just wait for my chance, because I really want to embarrass this jackass. So finally come up on a stoplight. And I hear him boosting it, I hit the 4wd switch and give her a little boost. Lights green and we're off. There's a nice cloud of smoke left behind us I'm 1 1/2 trucks ahead and pulling and laughing the whole time. We come to the next light and I say "nice run, you game for one more?" He doesn't want to hear it and rolls up the window. So I turn the radio back up and continue singing along to Frank Sinatra. "Fly me to the moon" when I'm interrupted by the epitome of a wanna-be. (I mean, this guy is bright white, red hair, wearing a big-*** chain, and a sunvisor turned to the side, driving a Honda Prelude. Bodykit, ridiculous wheels, huge tach on the dash.) "You beat that big ol' truck, let's see you beat a HIGH PERFORMANCE machine" Well, I just cracked up laughing at that one. So hard in fact, I didn't have time to build any boost before the light changes. He got the jump on me, until the turbo lit. I sailed right past him with a I slowed down, and rather than the typical ricer flyby he pulls next to me and yells "dude that was effing awesome!!! I didn't think your monster truck could beat me!!" That one killed me.