SergntMac
10-04-2006, 02:17 PM
You just never know what to expect out of people, and they are always surprising me.
Today, I'm out and about on errands, and I'm aproaching the intrsection of 115th Street and Pluaski Road. This is a busy intersection and poorly maintained because it's the border of Chicago and Alsip IL. North/South lanes on Pulaski Road have a turn lane. Likewise, East bound 115th Street has a turn arrow, 'cause it's in Alsip. But, not West bound, 'cause it's in Chicago. So, for folks driving West, it's a drag when others don't use turn signals.
As I'm approaching Pulaski, there is a car stopped in then left lane. Rather than get burned by a latent/lazy/stupid driver, I move into the right lane. I only glance at the car, it's burgundy with dirty windows and clutter on the dashboard. The driver is a blond woman, looked about mid 40s, and smoking.
The light changes and she's not turning after all. Then I hear a woosh of groaning and it dawns on me...She's racing me. All I caught on the fender was "Sebring", like I know anything about it, but I'm game anyway. She's got the jump from my delayed reaction, but I lay into the throttle and in a few feet, she's toast, all the time thinking how stupid some folks can be. Rather than just wax her azz asn be done with it, I stay into it through the 1-2 shift, and half way through 2nd. Give her something to think about in the block I leave between us.
It takes a few more blocks, but she catches up and rides my tail to the next light, Cicero Avenue. Again, I'm in the right lane, she's in the center. I see her window come down and I turn to her. As she speaks, my missing tooth to tatoo ratio index registers .4. Alsip resident, eh?
"What kind of cop car is that?" I just return a dead pan.
"I usually beat the snot of of cop cars" (LOL and takes a puff). My dead pan continues, she's waiting. Meanwhile I'm watching the lights change while brake torquing to about 1k RPM. Then I say in a slow deliberate tone...
"It's not a cop car."
(puff) "oh?"
"C.I.A. b!tch...Alsip's to your left, go home and brush your tooth".
The light comes down to green and I do her again. She didn't follow...
What's a Sebring? Damn jelly bean cars all look the same to me...
Today, I'm out and about on errands, and I'm aproaching the intrsection of 115th Street and Pluaski Road. This is a busy intersection and poorly maintained because it's the border of Chicago and Alsip IL. North/South lanes on Pulaski Road have a turn lane. Likewise, East bound 115th Street has a turn arrow, 'cause it's in Alsip. But, not West bound, 'cause it's in Chicago. So, for folks driving West, it's a drag when others don't use turn signals.
As I'm approaching Pulaski, there is a car stopped in then left lane. Rather than get burned by a latent/lazy/stupid driver, I move into the right lane. I only glance at the car, it's burgundy with dirty windows and clutter on the dashboard. The driver is a blond woman, looked about mid 40s, and smoking.
The light changes and she's not turning after all. Then I hear a woosh of groaning and it dawns on me...She's racing me. All I caught on the fender was "Sebring", like I know anything about it, but I'm game anyway. She's got the jump from my delayed reaction, but I lay into the throttle and in a few feet, she's toast, all the time thinking how stupid some folks can be. Rather than just wax her azz asn be done with it, I stay into it through the 1-2 shift, and half way through 2nd. Give her something to think about in the block I leave between us.
It takes a few more blocks, but she catches up and rides my tail to the next light, Cicero Avenue. Again, I'm in the right lane, she's in the center. I see her window come down and I turn to her. As she speaks, my missing tooth to tatoo ratio index registers .4. Alsip resident, eh?
"What kind of cop car is that?" I just return a dead pan.
"I usually beat the snot of of cop cars" (LOL and takes a puff). My dead pan continues, she's waiting. Meanwhile I'm watching the lights change while brake torquing to about 1k RPM. Then I say in a slow deliberate tone...
"It's not a cop car."
(puff) "oh?"
"C.I.A. b!tch...Alsip's to your left, go home and brush your tooth".
The light comes down to green and I do her again. She didn't follow...
What's a Sebring? Damn jelly bean cars all look the same to me...