Heading home from work. End up next to red Eclipse, Lazer thingy. Fart pipe, but in carbon fiber
. Teeny bopper with girlfriend, she was kinda cute, he looked like the "Sherminator"
Leave gently from the light because he has given no reason to worry. I need in his lane. So i leave briskly
to get over, and i hear the dreaded (loved?) sound......weedeater on steroids. Punch equals downshift, and I diappear, finally hearing him let out of throttle. I move over to the other lane for the light. Turning left. As soon as I start to round corner I hear him wind it up.... :evilbat: Oh hell no. I know that lane ends, and damned if you are gonna pull that shit on me. I run it up to 70 and put the last nail in the coffin. Make a turn for home and he turns into the strip mall close by, thought he might like to talk, but guess not.
Ty is in black primer with no cladding. So I am guessing he thinks he can take a Blazer with no troubles. :evil: One of my better street encounters....
Leave gently from the light because he has given no reason to worry. I need in his lane. So i leave briskly
Ty is in black primer with no cladding. So I am guessing he thinks he can take a Blazer with no troubles. :evil: One of my better street encounters....