Motorhead350
06-16-2011, 08:30 AM
I was breaking my car yesterday in the street, when a man approached me.
"How's that Marauder doing?"
"I fried the piston rings at the dragstrip last year, my air ride just went out and I just broke the brakes because I removed the wrong part."
"Wow sorry to hear that. When are you going to lay down more rubber in this street? I know it was you. Everytime I hear an engine roaring and see smoke, this car is going down the street."
"Haha yup thats me, I am not going to lie. Well I want it to be soon, but right now it won't stop, so you won't see me doing that anytime soon."
"So what are you doing with yourself?"
"Recording with my band in New York City any week now."
"Really? What kinda music."
"50's Rock N' Roll mixed with 70s Punk. Chuck Berry and The Ramones in a blender."
"Now Chuck is my music. We listen to that at my high school reunions. Well see you later."
"Yup I hear you. I just blast Oldies and beat the piss outta this car."
Finally after saying that the man finally smiled. He said he knew me, but I didn't know him. I don't to anyone in my area, not even people in my own building. Apparently he knew the Marauder though. I think he might have been the one that calls the police on me at 2am when I'm off burning rubber sometimes. So we finally met.
Kinda cool. Thought I would share.
"How's that Marauder doing?"
"I fried the piston rings at the dragstrip last year, my air ride just went out and I just broke the brakes because I removed the wrong part."
"Wow sorry to hear that. When are you going to lay down more rubber in this street? I know it was you. Everytime I hear an engine roaring and see smoke, this car is going down the street."
"Haha yup thats me, I am not going to lie. Well I want it to be soon, but right now it won't stop, so you won't see me doing that anytime soon."
"So what are you doing with yourself?"
"Recording with my band in New York City any week now."
"Really? What kinda music."
"50's Rock N' Roll mixed with 70s Punk. Chuck Berry and The Ramones in a blender."
"Now Chuck is my music. We listen to that at my high school reunions. Well see you later."
"Yup I hear you. I just blast Oldies and beat the piss outta this car."
Finally after saying that the man finally smiled. He said he knew me, but I didn't know him. I don't to anyone in my area, not even people in my own building. Apparently he knew the Marauder though. I think he might have been the one that calls the police on me at 2am when I'm off burning rubber sometimes. So we finally met.
Kinda cool. Thought I would share.