So I left early today and am on my way home and I see a Hemi get on the highway a ways up in front of me. He was driving like Speed Racer or something, trying to get around the vehicles around him. We all started to come up to a light that goes under I-10. He started to pull in behind an old Dodge truck but realized he could get in the lane next to him and whipped over at the last second. I come up to the light right behind him. He didn't have any pipes at all coming out of the back of his truck so that right there told me he thinks he's got something. I turned my radio down and could hear he had a real nice rumble to it. Light turns green and he got on it - guess he was pretty big jumping that light next to that old Dodge......well there was one thing I don't think he expected. ME.
As soon as we cleared the old truck I cut over and romped on it. Now anyone who is straight piped knows what one of these things sounds like when you're going under an overpass while getting on it - ESPECIALLY an underpass the size of one to go under I-10. I was in DJ's Street tune and had my water/meth on with only water and as I got beside him I REALLY got on her and shot out like a bat outta hell. All you could hear was my rig ROARING through the underpass and he for a split second started to.....oh wait, no he didn't. He was all Mr. Bad Azz until he had a real truck next to him and then tucked his tail. I slowed down hoping he'd even TRY and catch up.....nope. I guess all the little cars in traffic and the beat up old Dodge next to him at the light were all he could handle. Reminded me of one of them little chiuaua dogs - all growled up, tuff as can be, until a bigger dog comes along. Y'all remember the saying from the movie Outlaw Josie Whales where Clint Eastwood looks at the guys and says "you gonna pull them pistols or whistle Dixie?" That was the first thing I though of when Mr. Bad Azz wouldn't play with me. He's probably still whistling.
Guess it 'aint really a kill if the tuff guy would rather whistle than play with me.