gpfarrell
05-19-2005, 06:23 AM
Caution: The following post is rated "S" for Speed. It may contain references to illegal speed, excessive speed, and even immature and potentially reckless driving. Clearly, this all took place in a dream, and no animals were harmed in the production of this dream... although that 4-door Chebbie SS took a whoopin'!
I'm driving along my private racetrack yesterday... picture the Pennyslvania Turnpike between my office and my home and you'll have a good idea of what it looks like. I'm doing low 70s in a 65... watching my odometer creep up on 25,000. I'm at 24,997 and watching others pass us... I'm in no real hurry.
Then a burgandy Impalla SS goes screaming by in the left lane, practically pushing the car in front of him out of the way. On comes Mr. Turnsignal, off goes Mr. Overdrive. Mrs. Wife, sitting next to me, seems to know what's next.
The little car moves to the left, and the SS boots it. I'm really not sure what good all those cubes are w/out the valves to feed them, because the little 281 pasted itself to the back of the SS. I kept letting off.
We approached a little cluster of traffic and both slowed.
Traffic cleared and he tried again... why do they try anything on a Marauder going over 30 mph? Gears and RPMs got the best of him, while Mrs. Wife pointed out that he, and more importantly she... had enough!
I took my foot off the floor mat and glanced to see that as the odometer rolled 25,000 the speedo said I was oh-so-close to meeting the Governor.
I'm liking this big car more everyday.
Maruader... a meeting of Mercury's finest engineering and worst marketing efforts.
I can't wait to see what I dream about tonight!
I'm driving along my private racetrack yesterday... picture the Pennyslvania Turnpike between my office and my home and you'll have a good idea of what it looks like. I'm doing low 70s in a 65... watching my odometer creep up on 25,000. I'm at 24,997 and watching others pass us... I'm in no real hurry.
Then a burgandy Impalla SS goes screaming by in the left lane, practically pushing the car in front of him out of the way. On comes Mr. Turnsignal, off goes Mr. Overdrive. Mrs. Wife, sitting next to me, seems to know what's next.
The little car moves to the left, and the SS boots it. I'm really not sure what good all those cubes are w/out the valves to feed them, because the little 281 pasted itself to the back of the SS. I kept letting off.
We approached a little cluster of traffic and both slowed.
Traffic cleared and he tried again... why do they try anything on a Marauder going over 30 mph? Gears and RPMs got the best of him, while Mrs. Wife pointed out that he, and more importantly she... had enough!
I took my foot off the floor mat and glanced to see that as the odometer rolled 25,000 the speedo said I was oh-so-close to meeting the Governor.
I'm liking this big car more everyday.
Maruader... a meeting of Mercury's finest engineering and worst marketing efforts.
I can't wait to see what I dream about tonight!