patrick66
Well-Known Member
Last evening, I was driving the Coronet to go pick up parts at the local parts emporium. I'm driving on the Interstate, at about 80 or so, just enjoying the mild temperatures, the rumble of the exhaust, and the nice day. Minding my business...
Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.
Not thirty seconds later, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!
Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.
All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!
Some meth-head asswagon in a clapped out, no-exhaust, 15-year-old Ram POS comes alongside the Coronet, raps the throttle a few times in a vain attempt at attention-seeking, then barrels off down the number one lane. Probably online right after, claiming he "smoked" a yellow Dodge. "Smoked", alright. Running really rich, he ought to check the "check engine" light. Dumbass.
Not thirty seconds later, some hillbilly Bozo in a lifted F150 POS comes up, looks towards me and the car, and wants to race...sure. I let him do the asshole thing and drive away in his bucket-of-crap Ford. But, I saw the OHP cop behind us. Ford-boy did not, and got his dumbass pulled over. Big smiles for me!
Oh, but the fun isn't done yet. One block from the store, I've got the green and start across the intersection, when a jerkoff in a beater WRX starts to make the left turn across my path. I lay on the horn, and the little bastard flips me off.
All I wanna do is enjoy my car without drama. Why TF can't people just drive. Aim the car. Pay attention to traffic. Quit being an asshole, and just...drive...the...damned...car!
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