Got a kill coming from a funeral
So I'm on my way home from a funeral and I've got both parents, and my mom's brother and sister in the truck. I'm only doing about 70 in the second lane when up comes a lifted chevy half ton in the fast lane. If Auto Zone sold it, he bought it. I mean he had every bolt or stick on item on that truck (including hood scoops!). He gets next to me, and jumps on the gas a few times. So my mom says "I think he wants to race you" I just laughed. He hammers it and starts to pull ahead, so I let into the throttle and shoot past him. I hit 90 mph, and let that be it. So now he decides he's REALLY going to show me and here he comes, full throttle, he gets to the tailgate and I'm just toying with him. My uncle (whose a pastor) is in the back seat "ok, you can slow down, you're doing almost 100. Lord please let our travel be safe during this time" I'm like "what the hell dude, are you praying back there?" So, we hit 100...105...108 and his chevy just didn't have anymore. So I went in for the kill. Put the pedal all the way to the floor. The speedo went to zero, the odometer went to dashes and that was all she wrote. By this time, everyone in the truck is screaming. I slow down to about 70 again and move into the far left lane, and wait for the chevy to catch up. He gets in the second lane, and is about a car length behind me. I slow down a little more to get even with him, I even gave the guy a thumbs up. Afterall he hung with a modded diesel. The guy wouldn't even look over
A cousin of mine bought a brand new Z06 3 weeks ago. He was showing it off. I told him I could take him any time jokingly of course. I'll tell you, he kicked my beepbeepbeep SOOOO bad. LOL
Last edited by Fantom; 01-15-2007 at 10:23 PM.