I was driving down 820 tonight and in my rear view was a silver corvette. I let him get beside me and looked over at him. He looked over at me and started to give it a little gas, I guess he thought I was drooling over his car. I gave my truck a little gas and he took off. We were going about 80 at the time and his back tire was at my front tire. I passed him and started to pull hard. 12lbs of boost and all 4500 pounds of steel walking on a vette.
I hit the brakes at 120 and he was at least a length back. I looked over and gave him a peace sign with a big smile on my face. That bastard did not even look over at me, he just looked straight ahead and acted like his farts don't stink. I felt like sticking my head out the window and telling him that I saved a thousand dollars with my ride.
I just thought I would share my happy moment for the day.

 

Very nice. You should have followed him home and told his wife and friends the story.

 

isn't it fun? when you gonna put the other motor in that beast?

 

Dont get me wrong Im GM all the way. That doesn't mean I don't own other cars. One night I was cruising with my buddies I was the sober diver and we were in my 1969 Mustang (the source of my hate for Ford, and I inherited it) The Mustang is a nice looking car and it fits five, but its only a 6. So minding my busines with all of my friends VERY drunk at a red light, this big camed vintage Vet pulls up with two dudes riding in it and they are looking over and reving. My very drunk friend are beging me to race, but why it only a six. So with my wits about my I look over and say "I have a big [SENSORED] I don't need a Corvet!" After that my friend explode in laughter and there was nothing that Vet-boy could do. I won without ever racing.


Good Times.