89VERT
03-29-2006, 10:30 PM
Here's the scenario:
Time : 8:15 p.m Pacific Time
Place : 6 Lane Bridge w / center divider
Traffic:Zero
Weather : Bone Dry
Temperature: 7*C ( 48*F.)
Contestants:
Curb Lane - 03 Marauder.
Outside Lane -04/05 PT Cruiser Turbo.
The Story :
Cruising along at about 60, listening to Motley Crue 's "Kick Start My Heart, when I noticed in my rear-view mirror a vehicle approaching quickly , really quickly.
He's got his fog lights on for some unapparent reason and the lights are really annoying my eyes.
There's one lane between us and he's obviously on some sort of mission to track me down .He flicks on his High beams .
He must be intentionally trying to get my blood to boil .
He's succeeding.
Now I'm getting pi$$ed.
As he's approaching I ease into the throttle and flick off the O/D.
I'm now doing about 70.
He's beside me .
I can hear him downshift.
Okay , now I get it ...
I absolutely hammer the MM .
If my foot was pressing down on the accelerator any harder ,I'd be leaving the imprint of my shoe on the carpet permanently.
My right leg feels like it's on a Stair Master.
The MM leaps forward and I'm pulling away like a pharmaceutically enhanced homer by Barry Bonds.
One car length..
Two...the MM is pulling harder than ever...
Three....the glare from his lights is beginning to fade...
Four.....It's over.
I back off , flick the O/D back on and settle in for the ride home .
By the time I pulled in the driveway my face was beginning to hurt from the smile .
Time : 8:15 p.m Pacific Time
Place : 6 Lane Bridge w / center divider
Traffic:Zero
Weather : Bone Dry
Temperature: 7*C ( 48*F.)
Contestants:
Curb Lane - 03 Marauder.
Outside Lane -04/05 PT Cruiser Turbo.
The Story :
Cruising along at about 60, listening to Motley Crue 's "Kick Start My Heart, when I noticed in my rear-view mirror a vehicle approaching quickly , really quickly.
He's got his fog lights on for some unapparent reason and the lights are really annoying my eyes.
There's one lane between us and he's obviously on some sort of mission to track me down .He flicks on his High beams .
He must be intentionally trying to get my blood to boil .
He's succeeding.
Now I'm getting pi$$ed.
As he's approaching I ease into the throttle and flick off the O/D.
I'm now doing about 70.
He's beside me .
I can hear him downshift.
Okay , now I get it ...
I absolutely hammer the MM .
If my foot was pressing down on the accelerator any harder ,I'd be leaving the imprint of my shoe on the carpet permanently.
My right leg feels like it's on a Stair Master.
The MM leaps forward and I'm pulling away like a pharmaceutically enhanced homer by Barry Bonds.
One car length..
Two...the MM is pulling harder than ever...
Three....the glare from his lights is beginning to fade...
Four.....It's over.
I back off , flick the O/D back on and settle in for the ride home .
By the time I pulled in the driveway my face was beginning to hurt from the smile .