so the other day i am riding around in my car during the afternoon/evening. Its about 7:00 or so, and I am on the way to steak and shake to get some burgers for the fam, when I look over next to me and this distinguished gentleman is sitting next to me at the light with a new porsche boxter. well the light turns green and he takes off in front, so I give it a little gas in 1st gear, enough to break loose the tires just a little, then drop it into 2ndand I end up about 3-4 lengths in front of him by the time I am in 3rd. At that time, I see him slow down and make a left turn - DOH! but...
right behind him is a brand new WRX sti... oh hell yeah! I slow down enough to let the sti catch up to me and get behind me in the right turn lane... as soon as its green I take off and the sti just rolls out behind me at a nice leisurly pace... I slow down and let the sti catch up and i look at the driver and notice that its a 18 year old girl talking on her cell phone, with her 17(ish) friend riding shotgun... WTF??? At this point I am baffled about the sti driver. is it her husbands car? boyfriends car? fathers car? why in the world would anyone trust an sti to a blond cell phone talking teenager... maybe they have a big insurance policy on her...
cause thats just asking for it.
so I proceed on my way to steak and shake to get my burgers - 3 single steakburgers with cheese, thank you very much.
As soon as I get out on the road, I find myself sitting next to a new SRT-4. having learned my lesson, I check to see who is driving before I try anything... Lo and behold, its a 20 something guy with a baseball cap and a shiny chain necklace (you know the ones I am talking about). So the light turns green and I nail it in first breaking the fronts loose really badly, then slamming home into second. At that time i am long gone and the guy in the SRT-4 starts following me around... ok... did i win? was he racing? is he going to follow me home and kill me for disgracing his car? so he follows me for a few turns, with me trying to instigate a real race, but no, he is just going to the mall...
he turns off to the right, and I cruise home... slowly... peacefully... with no kills coming along with me... sigh.
I need to go back to that road sometime soon though.