The Camaro Strikes again
So there has been this little punk ass kid who thinks he's pretty tough harrassing me around town for the last couple months. He drives a turbocharged saffron yellow hatchback civic si (the one with the shifter on the dash) with a big ole' fart cannon on the back, some pretty lame wheels, real dark tint, and its had some obvious paint work done to it.
Anyway, this kid has been bugging me for quite a while. He stares me down in parking lots, he revs his engine at me when I'm at the drive through, he revs at me in parking lots, he revs at me when im turning left and he's going straight, he stares at me and revs at me when we are going opposite directions on the road , he has even chirped his tires and tried to race in traffic (which is stupid because he goes about ten feet and has to slam on his brakes, i usually just shake my head) but we have yet had an opportunity to really race....Untill this morning on my way to work.
I didn't see him as i was turning left when all the sudden on the highway (which is really just a four lane road) i hear this real loud fart cannon noise on my right accompanied by the occasional blow off valve sound and low and behold its this little punk so i downshift and hammer on it and although he was already laying on it long before i knew we were racing i had about 1 car length on him by the time we hit the first light which was basically me going from 55-around 80 or so in a pretty short distance. The he started revving his engine so I gave him the nod and when the light turned green we took off again. By the time I put my brakes on (usually around 75 or so since its a 55mph zone) i had about 4 car lengths on him but of course once i started slowing down he kept going...he must have been going 100 something before he came screeching to a stop at the next light.
At the next light he goes, "I had a bad launch" so i laughed and asked if he wanted a rematch. The next race was pretty similar to the first. Then at the next light he says "I missed 3rd" so then i started cracking up and I told him that it doesn't really matter how bad or good he drives, i would still beat him. But we raced again only i had a really really good launch and some pretty slick shifts so i beat him by about 5 or 6 car lengths. When we got up to the light the little punk goes "wait till i get my 100 shot!" then peels out and takes off...i chose not to pursue.
A woman goes to the doctor to figure out why she is having breathing problems...The doctor tells her she is overweight. She says she wants a second opinion...the doctor says, "your ugly".