Mephisto
These trucks are cursed
Before i even get started, this is long due to the fact that i have to vent my entire shitty yet odd day...
i come back to work from lunch, and go about my day. im right in the middle of a sale, when i feel my car alarm pager go off. i pull it out and see a code 3, and bolt out of the store to my truck (code 3 means that a door has been opened).
i get to my truck to see my driver side window bashed out and no one to be found. fortunately nothing was stolen, probably just some petty thug trying to steal shit out of my truck, but got scared off by the alarm. since theres not much i could do to fix my truck, i just pulled the ecm fuse, and took the face off my radio, then put duct tape over the entire window. i was off work in a half hour anyway.
i clock out, and walk out of the store, when i see my syclone leaving the parking lot. immediately i start running after my truck. i come running up to my truck ready to kill this fucker, when i notice the window isnt gone. then take a quick second overall look at the truck and realize its not mine, and i can now come out of cardiac arrest.
i talked to the guy who owned the sy for a lil while, but didnt get his name. he said he's the original owner, and that it has 178k on the original motor, trans, and turbo
after that im driving home pissed off and sitting in a pile of glass, when i get cut off by some asshole going 50mph, who didnt bother to check his mirrors to see that im coming up going 75. i slam on the brakes, hit my high beams, and start tailgating him while laying on the horn. hoping this guy will get a clue to either speed up or get over. since im already pissed about my window, road rage comes easier than ever, and its not long before i speed up to change lanes around him. im in the #2 lane changing lanes into the #1 lane, but after i speed up, and start merging over, there coincidentally happens to be a highway patrol that is pulling onto the freeway from the shoulder, and i come inches from sideswiping him! not even a second after the near miss, on come the ominous red lights.
once i pull over, he hits the 6 million candle power spotlights, and my truck is lit up like ebbets field! the cop gets out and starts walking up to my truck, but as soon as the cop gets a few feet from my truck, he runs back to his car and gets on the PA and says "driver let me see your hands!" so i stick my hands out the window. "dont move!" i see him walkin up on my truck, gun drawn. meanwhile im thinkin what the fuck is going on here?? who am i? oswald?!?!?! the cop comes up and shines his maglite in my face, and says "take the keys out of the ignition and put em on the floor" "...now get out of the truck" i get out of the truck, and he tells me to turn around and get on my knees and lace my fingers behind my head.
now i have no idea what in gods name possessed me to say this, but after i get on my knees, i say "your not gonna unzip your fly are you?" which is replied with "WHAT?!?!?" and i let out a small laugh. "you think this is funny?!?!" me:"no... what the hell is this about anyway?!?! did someone in a black truck rob a bank?!?!" not even answering my question he says "is this your truck?" and i say yes. he then tells me to get up and give him my license, he looks at it and tells me to get back in my truck. he goes back to his car, and calls in my license plate and license. 5 minutes later he comes back, and asks why my window is gone. and i say "is that what all this is about? you thought i stole the truck?" and he said "i saw the broken window, and didnt know what to think, i just had to be cautious"... so i explain that my window just got broken and that im on my way home from work.
he then starts yelling at me about how "I" almost hit him. rather than just admiting that it was a freak occurance, that we both happend to be going into the same lane at the same time. he ends up writing me a ticket for speeding and unsafe lane change. then to be an asshole, he says "have a nice night" as he's walking away. now, i dont know about the rest of you, but i think saying something like that is completely out of line, completely antagonistic, and shows a total lack of respect. so i reply with.. "yup you too fucker!" cop: "what?!?!" me:"nothin..."
so even more pissed off than i was 20 minutes ago. i continue heading home. cruisin in the slow lane i see a lightning get on the freeway, and right away im thinkin about takin out some anger on a lightning. so i speed up and pull along side of him. i look over and start speedin up then slowin down, trying to instigate a race. after a lil badgering, he gets on it, and i hear the supercharger whistle as he takes off. i messed with him a little more before he got off the freeway, and i decided to follow. we're now on a city street and we both catch a red light. i start revving on him, he doesnt even look over or acknowledge me being there, but i start building boost anyway. light turns green and i wait just to see if he's gonna race, and he punches the gas and lights up the tires. as soon as i hear the tires squeal, i drop the hammer and leave him a good 3 cars behind, i hit about 80 then had to slow down for another light. the light turned green, before i got a chance to stop, and he caught up looked over, and gave me a thumbs up, before he turned.
so now im in a lil bit better mood after just killing a lightning. i get a few miles down the road, when what do i pull up on? yes! another lightning!!! :grin: what are the chances!?!?!
i quickly changes lanes and get side by side. then outta nowhere the guy just gets on the gas and takes off! so i give chase and follow him. i follow him for a couple miles with out hitting a red light. finally we hit a light, and i start revving at him. he rolls down the window, and says "whats it run in a quarter?" and i say "not that fast... about a 14.2" he nods and says "not bad... you wanna race?" and i say "hell yeah!" so i start buildin vacuum in the brakes and watch for the other light to change. the cross light goes yellow, and i punch the gas and watch the boost gauge rise to about 13lbs
light changes and i let off the brake, and feel the back tires break loose, and then get showered with change flying out of the ash tray. i pulled about 2 cars on him at first but he started gaining fast, and i could hear the supercharger getting louder as he got closer. but the race got cut short when a car pulled out from a side street. we both pulled up at the next intersection, and he said "damn that thing is fast as hell off the line, but i think id take you in the quarter!" and i said "ehh i dunno man, i havent lost to a lightning yet!" him:"really? well good luck to ya man! thats a sick truck!" and then he made a right and took off. after that i went home and had a few stiff drinks to take the edge off.
sorry for the novel, but so much bizzarre shit happend in one night, i just thought id share!
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Neal McCool
So. Cali
Syclone #1931
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Cold Wind Of Death on 2002-04-03 03:05 ]</font>
i come back to work from lunch, and go about my day. im right in the middle of a sale, when i feel my car alarm pager go off. i pull it out and see a code 3, and bolt out of the store to my truck (code 3 means that a door has been opened).
i get to my truck to see my driver side window bashed out and no one to be found. fortunately nothing was stolen, probably just some petty thug trying to steal shit out of my truck, but got scared off by the alarm. since theres not much i could do to fix my truck, i just pulled the ecm fuse, and took the face off my radio, then put duct tape over the entire window. i was off work in a half hour anyway.
i clock out, and walk out of the store, when i see my syclone leaving the parking lot. immediately i start running after my truck. i come running up to my truck ready to kill this fucker, when i notice the window isnt gone. then take a quick second overall look at the truck and realize its not mine, and i can now come out of cardiac arrest.
i talked to the guy who owned the sy for a lil while, but didnt get his name. he said he's the original owner, and that it has 178k on the original motor, trans, and turbo
after that im driving home pissed off and sitting in a pile of glass, when i get cut off by some asshole going 50mph, who didnt bother to check his mirrors to see that im coming up going 75. i slam on the brakes, hit my high beams, and start tailgating him while laying on the horn. hoping this guy will get a clue to either speed up or get over. since im already pissed about my window, road rage comes easier than ever, and its not long before i speed up to change lanes around him. im in the #2 lane changing lanes into the #1 lane, but after i speed up, and start merging over, there coincidentally happens to be a highway patrol that is pulling onto the freeway from the shoulder, and i come inches from sideswiping him! not even a second after the near miss, on come the ominous red lights.
once i pull over, he hits the 6 million candle power spotlights, and my truck is lit up like ebbets field! the cop gets out and starts walking up to my truck, but as soon as the cop gets a few feet from my truck, he runs back to his car and gets on the PA and says "driver let me see your hands!" so i stick my hands out the window. "dont move!" i see him walkin up on my truck, gun drawn. meanwhile im thinkin what the fuck is going on here?? who am i? oswald?!?!?! the cop comes up and shines his maglite in my face, and says "take the keys out of the ignition and put em on the floor" "...now get out of the truck" i get out of the truck, and he tells me to turn around and get on my knees and lace my fingers behind my head.
now i have no idea what in gods name possessed me to say this, but after i get on my knees, i say "your not gonna unzip your fly are you?" which is replied with "WHAT?!?!?" and i let out a small laugh. "you think this is funny?!?!" me:"no... what the hell is this about anyway?!?! did someone in a black truck rob a bank?!?!" not even answering my question he says "is this your truck?" and i say yes. he then tells me to get up and give him my license, he looks at it and tells me to get back in my truck. he goes back to his car, and calls in my license plate and license. 5 minutes later he comes back, and asks why my window is gone. and i say "is that what all this is about? you thought i stole the truck?" and he said "i saw the broken window, and didnt know what to think, i just had to be cautious"... so i explain that my window just got broken and that im on my way home from work.
he then starts yelling at me about how "I" almost hit him. rather than just admiting that it was a freak occurance, that we both happend to be going into the same lane at the same time. he ends up writing me a ticket for speeding and unsafe lane change. then to be an asshole, he says "have a nice night" as he's walking away. now, i dont know about the rest of you, but i think saying something like that is completely out of line, completely antagonistic, and shows a total lack of respect. so i reply with.. "yup you too fucker!" cop: "what?!?!" me:"nothin..."
so even more pissed off than i was 20 minutes ago. i continue heading home. cruisin in the slow lane i see a lightning get on the freeway, and right away im thinkin about takin out some anger on a lightning. so i speed up and pull along side of him. i look over and start speedin up then slowin down, trying to instigate a race. after a lil badgering, he gets on it, and i hear the supercharger whistle as he takes off. i messed with him a little more before he got off the freeway, and i decided to follow. we're now on a city street and we both catch a red light. i start revving on him, he doesnt even look over or acknowledge me being there, but i start building boost anyway. light turns green and i wait just to see if he's gonna race, and he punches the gas and lights up the tires. as soon as i hear the tires squeal, i drop the hammer and leave him a good 3 cars behind, i hit about 80 then had to slow down for another light. the light turned green, before i got a chance to stop, and he caught up looked over, and gave me a thumbs up, before he turned.
so now im in a lil bit better mood after just killing a lightning. i get a few miles down the road, when what do i pull up on? yes! another lightning!!! :grin: what are the chances!?!?!
i quickly changes lanes and get side by side. then outta nowhere the guy just gets on the gas and takes off! so i give chase and follow him. i follow him for a couple miles with out hitting a red light. finally we hit a light, and i start revving at him. he rolls down the window, and says "whats it run in a quarter?" and i say "not that fast... about a 14.2" he nods and says "not bad... you wanna race?" and i say "hell yeah!" so i start buildin vacuum in the brakes and watch for the other light to change. the cross light goes yellow, and i punch the gas and watch the boost gauge rise to about 13lbs
light changes and i let off the brake, and feel the back tires break loose, and then get showered with change flying out of the ash tray. i pulled about 2 cars on him at first but he started gaining fast, and i could hear the supercharger getting louder as he got closer. but the race got cut short when a car pulled out from a side street. we both pulled up at the next intersection, and he said "damn that thing is fast as hell off the line, but i think id take you in the quarter!" and i said "ehh i dunno man, i havent lost to a lightning yet!" him:"really? well good luck to ya man! thats a sick truck!" and then he made a right and took off. after that i went home and had a few stiff drinks to take the edge off.
sorry for the novel, but so much bizzarre shit happend in one night, i just thought id share!
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Neal McCool
So. Cali
Syclone #1931
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Cold Wind Of Death on 2002-04-03 03:05 ]</font>
