Mephisto
These trucks are cursed
Coming back home from the Sports Car Meet, where only George, Stariy, and myself showed up... DOUG?? TYPHOOL?? anyway, since no one was really doin a canyon cruise, i decided to take PCH home.
Just past Santa Monica, this guy in a newer Saab comes up on me at what seemed like 75, rides my ass for about a mile, when theres plenty of room for him to go around, and then changes lanes and gives me the finger. By this time im completely confused as to what the hell this guys problem is. So, i speed to catch him to find out, i pull up along side and look over with the "is there a fuckin problem" look on my face, and he looks over and gives me a dirty look, and attempts to speed away, but his Saab cant pull away from my sy. we both come up to a red light, and i look over and rev the engine with a big grin on my face, he looks over and shakes is head and starts mummbling. so i figure, hes not gonna race. Light turns green, and this guy chirps the tires as he attempts to take off and to teach me a lesson not to mess with his super car in my low class S-10. so i hit the gas and immediately catch up and cruise along side him, as he struggles to get that thing to move. I let him get about a fender ahead then i passed him, slowed down and let him catch up then, passed him again, all along i keep looking over with the big grin on my face. we got up to about 85 before hitting another light, which is not the smartest thing to be doing with the amount of cops on this highway, so once the light turned green, i punched it, cut in front of the snaab in his saab, and returned the middle finger. he had enough at that point and didnt even give chase.
whats the deal? i thought some of those Saab's were supposed to be fast?
Just past Santa Monica, this guy in a newer Saab comes up on me at what seemed like 75, rides my ass for about a mile, when theres plenty of room for him to go around, and then changes lanes and gives me the finger. By this time im completely confused as to what the hell this guys problem is. So, i speed to catch him to find out, i pull up along side and look over with the "is there a fuckin problem" look on my face, and he looks over and gives me a dirty look, and attempts to speed away, but his Saab cant pull away from my sy. we both come up to a red light, and i look over and rev the engine with a big grin on my face, he looks over and shakes is head and starts mummbling. so i figure, hes not gonna race. Light turns green, and this guy chirps the tires as he attempts to take off and to teach me a lesson not to mess with his super car in my low class S-10. so i hit the gas and immediately catch up and cruise along side him, as he struggles to get that thing to move. I let him get about a fender ahead then i passed him, slowed down and let him catch up then, passed him again, all along i keep looking over with the big grin on my face. we got up to about 85 before hitting another light, which is not the smartest thing to be doing with the amount of cops on this highway, so once the light turned green, i punched it, cut in front of the snaab in his saab, and returned the middle finger. he had enough at that point and didnt even give chase.
whats the deal? i thought some of those Saab's were supposed to be fast?
