heavy breather
FBI enforcer
Well, I am cruising down the interstate. I have my two step daughters and a friend of theirs in the truck. In other words, I have no intention of racing. 65mph slow lane talking to the girls, and a white Jetta goes from like 90 to 65 as soon as he gets to my door. Points at me, I hear the bov, and away he goes. Big dilema, be responsible, or be myself. Dammit what do I do? the little guy on my right shoulder says no the little guy on my left shoulder is chewing holes the the door panel trying to get at the Jetta. Finally the voice of reason. My 20 year old step daughter says. "kick his ass!"
So, I run up on him in no time. Slow down, blow the horn a few times, wave, and then just drive away. The funny thing was that his buddy in the passenger seat is punching the hell out of his arm trying to get him to catch me.
I tell you, Every since I put the "Got Balls" sticker in the back window, I get more races. Funny thing is that most people laugh at my lowrider blazer. :wink:
I only put that decal on because I deliver milk for a living and it was a joke among the guys I work with. I'll tell you this, I am not taking it off.
So, I run up on him in no time. Slow down, blow the horn a few times, wave, and then just drive away. The funny thing was that his buddy in the passenger seat is punching the hell out of his arm trying to get him to catch me.
I tell you, Every since I put the "Got Balls" sticker in the back window, I get more races. Funny thing is that most people laugh at my lowrider blazer. :wink:
I only put that decal on because I deliver milk for a living and it was a joke among the guys I work with. I'll tell you this, I am not taking it off.
