I live in a small town in north georgia and had the pleasure of watching everyone ride through Summerville this morning. Had no idea it was coming but seen the stickers on the cars.

 

So when i get to work after a couple hours my boss sent me to our 'local' wrecking yard about thirty miles away to pick up a oddball abs pump. The whole drive north was a steady stream of awesome sights. While in the yard i could hear them driving past sounding wicked. Bye the time i headed home and through the battlefield i came upon a wicked zr1. Ohio tag idareu2 or something. A nice hellcat, a sweet magnum and a stockish rt charger

 

I made it 5. We left the light at chickamauga battlefield and i stayed with them south for about 25 miles. A lot of fun i passed em a couple times while they were slowing down from playing. In the end i was in front pushing 100 and seen a black 150 i knew so they seen me pump the brakes. The zr1 pulled along side me and was pointing at the f150 and i gave him the back off signal. He let me pull in front and they followed me a couple miles untill my turnoff. We all waved and exchanged thumbs ups as they went on. I went back to work looking like a kid in a candy store..