Took the car for a cruise around town last night to knock some dust off the car, and some ass clown in a BMW vert thingy eyes me as I pass him as he awaits to make a right hand turn. I look in my mirror and I see this guy rip ass flying to catch up to me, and the he zips right by and cuts over right in front of me...looking in his rear mirror as he does so. I just laugh.
I take the kids out for some ice cream an hour later as I notice the ass clown's car is at the same place. I get real lucky and get a table close enough to hear him telling stories to his chick and his less than impressive posse of how he blew away a Viper. He was so hyped up on how he blew me off the line, I never had a fuckin' chance, I tried to catch up but his b'mer was just too much car.
It was so funny, just had to laugh. Can't wait to get my doors blown off by the kid that has the Cavalier in town with the plastic spinners, and the folgers coffe can of a muffler with about 1000 bee's in it.
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I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. When 70% of the people who get arrested are black, in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling; it is the Law of Probability.
I had a similar experience a while back. I seldom street race and I came up to a stop light and the only other car around was a BMW with all the badging removed and it had an exhaust, wheels, etc.
I see his girl keep looking over at the Viper and I assume that she is just checking it out, but apparently he is telling her about how he is going to smoke the Viper. When the light turns green, I'm not even thinking about racing, but he is on it for all it is worth. Course, that means I either let him go and have him tell everyone how he creamed the Viper, or I put him in his place.
He was probably in 2nd before I even got on it, but by the time I hit 3rd, I had passed him so fast that it had to have been pretty humiliating. We then got into traffic and he was stuck either behind or next to me at stop lights and they never once made eye contact. I'm sure that he probably still told his friends how he had pulled a Viper in 1st gear though.
I had a similar experience a while back. I seldom street race and I came up to a stop light and the only other car around was a BMW with all the badging removed and it had an exhaust, wheels, etc.
I see his girl keep looking over at the Viper and I assume that she is just checking it out, but apparently he is telling her about how he is going to smoke the Viper. When the light turns green, I'm not even thinking about racing, but he is on it for all it is worth. Course, that means I either let him go and have him tell everyone how he creamed the Viper, or I put him in his place.
He was probably in 2nd before I even got on it, but by the time I hit 3rd, I had passed him so fast that it had to have been pretty humiliating. We then got into traffic and he was stuck either behind or next to me at stop lights and they never once made eye contact. I'm sure that he probably still told his friends how he had pulled a Viper in 1st gear though.
You should have cranked up the song.... "It's raining Men" so he would have thought he was beat by a gay viper owner. Then finger wave at him from time to time.
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