My boss said it best. He took one look at my car and said "You're driving around a giant middle finger! Get in any fights yet?" I wasn't quite sure what he meant... but now I do.
Driving around in a bright orange car with tints and a license plate that says [CHICO] has it's advantages (girls dig it) it also has it's drawbacks... I haven't been pulled over yet but everytime I drive by a cop I just know he's saying "go ahead punk... I dare you to drive 1mph over the speed limit, cross the line at the traffic light, think a dirty thought!" I'm sure these guys are looking for any excuse in the book to pull us over. That's the irony of getting a "fast car". I can't actually GO FAST!! Unless i'm feeling ballzy or in an area I know I'm safe... or simplywant to teach someone a lesson. But I digress.
So I'm driving home from the gym when I approach a stop light. I'd take the right on red in a lesser car (my last car was a respectable, american, 4-door family sedan- I could get away with almost anything in that thing!) With this ride, I need to be more careful. Not being in a hurry, I decided to just wait for the green.
As I'm chillin in my ride... listening to one of the 700 songs I have on my kick ass mp3 player, I notice some dirtbag (I mean this in a literal sense) going absolutely NUTS behind me! The term "coniption fit" was invented for this guy! I didn't have to turn the radio down too much to hear him swearing at me (calling me inaccurate racial slurs no less! I mean... if you're going to resort to that type of crap, at least call me a guini not a spic!) Suddenly I have no desire to take the right on red... my only goal at this moment is to piss him off as much as humanly possible by not only NOT taking the turn before it turns green but also taking my sweet ole time once it does.
As I mentioned, I have tints so he probably couldn't see me very well as I watched him through my rear view mirror the same way I'd watch a baboon at the zoo as it fell off a tree and landed on his head. -Something in which I'm sure his mom did a few too many times. At this point, I can't really see what kind of car he's in... I can only see the dirt hovering around him like that Peanuts charcter on Charlie Brown. I'm sure it's a POS though...
The light turns green and I slooooooooowly ease around the corner as if I'm driving Miss Daisy. All the while, I'm watching this douche bag practically crap in his pants (hmm... maybe that's why he was in such a hurry) LOL Anyway, road quicly turns into 2 lanes and he's on the side of me while I'm going about 20mph or so... At this point, I finally see what he's driving and roll the window down enough for him to update the racial slur he's going to call me next. (If it's not already clear, this guy defines the term "white trash") He's driving what appeas to be a 70's Nova... all primered up and ready to be painted shi+ brown to match it's driver. He seems to have calmed down a bit at this point... but apparently he's still upset about the fact that I delayed his so-called life 30 seconds for not breaking the law and taking the right on red. Ironically enough, he's now going as slow as I am in order to make sure I hear ever single one of his incredibely articulate and ingenious "put-downs"
"Nice car a$$hole!" "I'm gonna shi+ all over your car dickhead!" "I porked my cousin and liked it!" Ok ok... so he didn't say that last one but I'm sure it's true. Bottom line, I wasn't about to waste my time with this douche... I put the shades back down, rolled up the window and let him pass... only he didn't JUST pass... he floored it! Suddenly a huge cloud of smoke appears and I'm left in it. As if I wasn't upset enough for not being called the guinei that I am, now my clean car is literally being left in his dust. No way I was going to allow this!!! Even without the mods I'll soon have, and the head start I gave him, I knew I'd destroy him. Suddenly I go from "Driving Miss Daisy" to "Days of Thunder" as I double up on the 5500rpm mark. By this time I'm pushin 70 and he's a considerable distance behind me. I'm thinkin that's the end of this donkey... but alas, I hit a red light and a few seconds (or maybe it was a few minutes with his old POS) he appears in my rear view. I'm not one to talk... I'm all about action. Apparently he's done talking as well because, before I know it, he's getting out of his car!!
I know... what to do what to do???? A) Blow the red light and risk getting caught by cops? (pretty desolate street and really, what ARE the chances of that happening?) B) Get out my car and bash his ugly mug into his rusty, bondoed car fender? or C) Get out, flash the guns and make sure he doesn't live to tell the tale of how he damaged a MSP. After about a half a second of thought, I decided to go with...
[D] The light turned green and I took off before he even got close to my car. It's funny how life sometimes boils down to a fraction of a second. If I hadn't seen the light turn green out of the corner of my eye as I was unbelting my seatbelt, perhaps I would have got out of my car and got into a fight. Perhaps I would have gotten arrested, forced to sell my car for bail money. So many things could have happened... but they didn't. Thinking more clearly about it, I never should have given this guy any attention at all. Guys like him don't even deserve to look at our cars let alone start with their drivers. But lets' face it... when you're zooming around, you get a sense of exhilaration... a sense of power in which you feel untouchable. I was fully prepared to tie this guy to the tracks... but in hindsight, I'm glad I laid them instead.
Either way, our cars are pretty bad ass. My boss was right about the whole fight thing. (sort've) Next time I'll keep the windows up and my eyes on the road. (for my baby's sake!) a stray fist landing on the fender would NOT be cool! Besides, it's usally more fun to kick the shi+ out of some punk with your car, than your fists.
I doubt many made it this far but... if you did... thanks for listening! It probably wasn't nearly as "funny" for you than it was for me... but hey, it's cool to know our cars command so much attention!
Driving around in a bright orange car with tints and a license plate that says [CHICO] has it's advantages (girls dig it) it also has it's drawbacks... I haven't been pulled over yet but everytime I drive by a cop I just know he's saying "go ahead punk... I dare you to drive 1mph over the speed limit, cross the line at the traffic light, think a dirty thought!" I'm sure these guys are looking for any excuse in the book to pull us over. That's the irony of getting a "fast car". I can't actually GO FAST!! Unless i'm feeling ballzy or in an area I know I'm safe... or simplywant to teach someone a lesson. But I digress.
So I'm driving home from the gym when I approach a stop light. I'd take the right on red in a lesser car (my last car was a respectable, american, 4-door family sedan- I could get away with almost anything in that thing!) With this ride, I need to be more careful. Not being in a hurry, I decided to just wait for the green.
As I'm chillin in my ride... listening to one of the 700 songs I have on my kick ass mp3 player, I notice some dirtbag (I mean this in a literal sense) going absolutely NUTS behind me! The term "coniption fit" was invented for this guy! I didn't have to turn the radio down too much to hear him swearing at me (calling me inaccurate racial slurs no less! I mean... if you're going to resort to that type of crap, at least call me a guini not a spic!) Suddenly I have no desire to take the right on red... my only goal at this moment is to piss him off as much as humanly possible by not only NOT taking the turn before it turns green but also taking my sweet ole time once it does.
As I mentioned, I have tints so he probably couldn't see me very well as I watched him through my rear view mirror the same way I'd watch a baboon at the zoo as it fell off a tree and landed on his head. -Something in which I'm sure his mom did a few too many times. At this point, I can't really see what kind of car he's in... I can only see the dirt hovering around him like that Peanuts charcter on Charlie Brown. I'm sure it's a POS though...
The light turns green and I slooooooooowly ease around the corner as if I'm driving Miss Daisy. All the while, I'm watching this douche bag practically crap in his pants (hmm... maybe that's why he was in such a hurry) LOL Anyway, road quicly turns into 2 lanes and he's on the side of me while I'm going about 20mph or so... At this point, I finally see what he's driving and roll the window down enough for him to update the racial slur he's going to call me next. (If it's not already clear, this guy defines the term "white trash") He's driving what appeas to be a 70's Nova... all primered up and ready to be painted shi+ brown to match it's driver. He seems to have calmed down a bit at this point... but apparently he's still upset about the fact that I delayed his so-called life 30 seconds for not breaking the law and taking the right on red. Ironically enough, he's now going as slow as I am in order to make sure I hear ever single one of his incredibely articulate and ingenious "put-downs"
"Nice car a$$hole!" "I'm gonna shi+ all over your car dickhead!" "I porked my cousin and liked it!" Ok ok... so he didn't say that last one but I'm sure it's true. Bottom line, I wasn't about to waste my time with this douche... I put the shades back down, rolled up the window and let him pass... only he didn't JUST pass... he floored it! Suddenly a huge cloud of smoke appears and I'm left in it. As if I wasn't upset enough for not being called the guinei that I am, now my clean car is literally being left in his dust. No way I was going to allow this!!! Even without the mods I'll soon have, and the head start I gave him, I knew I'd destroy him. Suddenly I go from "Driving Miss Daisy" to "Days of Thunder" as I double up on the 5500rpm mark. By this time I'm pushin 70 and he's a considerable distance behind me. I'm thinkin that's the end of this donkey... but alas, I hit a red light and a few seconds (or maybe it was a few minutes with his old POS) he appears in my rear view. I'm not one to talk... I'm all about action. Apparently he's done talking as well because, before I know it, he's getting out of his car!!
I know... what to do what to do???? A) Blow the red light and risk getting caught by cops? (pretty desolate street and really, what ARE the chances of that happening?) B) Get out my car and bash his ugly mug into his rusty, bondoed car fender? or C) Get out, flash the guns and make sure he doesn't live to tell the tale of how he damaged a MSP. After about a half a second of thought, I decided to go with...
[D] The light turned green and I took off before he even got close to my car. It's funny how life sometimes boils down to a fraction of a second. If I hadn't seen the light turn green out of the corner of my eye as I was unbelting my seatbelt, perhaps I would have got out of my car and got into a fight. Perhaps I would have gotten arrested, forced to sell my car for bail money. So many things could have happened... but they didn't. Thinking more clearly about it, I never should have given this guy any attention at all. Guys like him don't even deserve to look at our cars let alone start with their drivers. But lets' face it... when you're zooming around, you get a sense of exhilaration... a sense of power in which you feel untouchable. I was fully prepared to tie this guy to the tracks... but in hindsight, I'm glad I laid them instead.
Either way, our cars are pretty bad ass. My boss was right about the whole fight thing. (sort've) Next time I'll keep the windows up and my eyes on the road. (for my baby's sake!) a stray fist landing on the fender would NOT be cool! Besides, it's usally more fun to kick the shi+ out of some punk with your car, than your fists.
I doubt many made it this far but... if you did... thanks for listening! It probably wasn't nearly as "funny" for you than it was for me... but hey, it's cool to know our cars command so much attention!
and sped off, making sure to let the turbo spool, then shift so he could hear the bypass valve. It kinda pissed me off though...you think it's just jealousy??
Charlie Brown and the character's name is Pigpen. He is the one who has the continual dust cloud around him. I'm glad you left that guy standing there. All it takes it a quick stab from even a small knife and you'r baby is an Orphan. Kicking his ass aint worth it brother.
i just roll down (automatically 
) my window and ask if they have a problem.. HAHA funny story.. i got beat by an srt-4 and at the next light i did the "rolling gesture" and told him that my windows are automatic he got all mad and drove away... i also asked him " THAT THING GOT A HEMI" he didnt know what a hemi was... anyway it was worth getting beat in a 100yd sprint to make one srt4 owner hate his car 
