This morning on the way to town, some guy was driving erratically and no one passed him on the right because we were getting close to the freeway. At the first light, a late model ricer pulled up beside the guy and he left the ricer behind to the next light and the ricer obediently got behind the jerk. It is a short light and I didn't want to get caught behind him and four other cars, so I pulled next to him in the right lane and I looked over to see the guy was driving a white Dodge something-or-other that resembles a cross between a station wagon and a supository. It had a V8 with loud exhaust and the rumbling almost drowned out my 3800SC. Until this morning, I have never put my foot to the floor in my little notchie but I knew that I might be able to not get beaten too badly because I still have fast reflexes. In about 1/8 mile, the road narrows to a single lane to get on the freeway and I was at least a carlength and a half ahead of him. He FLEW by me on the freeway but who cares? Score: Short Car 1, Supository 0. Some day I have to grow up but I haven't had this much fun since I sold my '68 Corvette.
[This message has been edited by starlightcoupe (edited 06-19-2010).]
