After Dinner, Kate asks me if I’m gonna go back out for a single lap of the circuit…..
“Maybe” I said…( It was actually a hard yes, but I wanted her to think I was weighing my decision)
Typical for every cruising venue, the streets are lined with people there to spectate, and egg on the drivers to do stupid sht for their viewing pleasure…Way too many cars on the streets, and waay too many flashing blue lights…Nonetheless, people are doing stupid sht everywhere. It came down to too many instances of stupid sht, and not enough flashing blue lights to possibly catch or curb the reoccurring stupid sht.
So,….the likelihood of not having to pay for doing it, the odds were squarely in the stupid sht doers corner.
Exactly my kinda odds. As for crowd pleasing though I had nothing for these guys.
Traffic was the killer though…you spent more time stopped than rolling. I could only tolerate about an hour of all of that, and the little dude that pops up on your right shoulder reminded me that I was almost 64, was 4-5 hours from home, and has been drinking,…( just like every other yeahoo out there). I got off the circuit at the next left turn, and headed north, away from the beach and the craziness, and headed back towards our hotel. ( Along with a fair amount of other guys, equally old, equally far away if not more, equally at risk for getting “ the big ticket”)
Enter the guy in the C8.
It had to happen. This guy was just like every other bonehead that drops 100 grand on one of these things, and now thinks he’s got a super car. ( How many times do these guys have to get their ego bashed on youtube?……You’d think they’d learn)
He keeps revving, and lurching next to me…He is doing everything he can except open his tinted passenger side window and challenge me verbally…So, what was I supposed to do? He gets his invite accepted…By the car with the license plate that tells him why there’s only one tailpipe, and no audible exhaust note….(But just like about a thousand other guys down there that I must’ve talked to, only their 20 year old kid knows what TOOJZ could possibly mean).. And ole dude was getting ready to find out.
It was a 20 MPH roll in first gear,..and I left that guy from the second my foot was on the floor…The tires spun, the engine hits the rev limiter, fires two shotgun blasts at C8 dude, and I pull second, All of the sudden now he is no longer interested in getting a second chance of getting a bitch slap from the flat side of a katana. MOF,….he won’t roll up beside me anymore… So I just cruise.
That sht stings, I bet C8 boy.
“Maybe” I said…( It was actually a hard yes, but I wanted her to think I was weighing my decision)
Typical for every cruising venue, the streets are lined with people there to spectate, and egg on the drivers to do stupid sht for their viewing pleasure…Way too many cars on the streets, and waay too many flashing blue lights…Nonetheless, people are doing stupid sht everywhere. It came down to too many instances of stupid sht, and not enough flashing blue lights to possibly catch or curb the reoccurring stupid sht.
So,….the likelihood of not having to pay for doing it, the odds were squarely in the stupid sht doers corner.
Exactly my kinda odds. As for crowd pleasing though I had nothing for these guys.
Traffic was the killer though…you spent more time stopped than rolling. I could only tolerate about an hour of all of that, and the little dude that pops up on your right shoulder reminded me that I was almost 64, was 4-5 hours from home, and has been drinking,…( just like every other yeahoo out there). I got off the circuit at the next left turn, and headed north, away from the beach and the craziness, and headed back towards our hotel. ( Along with a fair amount of other guys, equally old, equally far away if not more, equally at risk for getting “ the big ticket”)
Enter the guy in the C8.
It had to happen. This guy was just like every other bonehead that drops 100 grand on one of these things, and now thinks he’s got a super car. ( How many times do these guys have to get their ego bashed on youtube?……You’d think they’d learn)
He keeps revving, and lurching next to me…He is doing everything he can except open his tinted passenger side window and challenge me verbally…So, what was I supposed to do? He gets his invite accepted…By the car with the license plate that tells him why there’s only one tailpipe, and no audible exhaust note….(But just like about a thousand other guys down there that I must’ve talked to, only their 20 year old kid knows what TOOJZ could possibly mean).. And ole dude was getting ready to find out.
It was a 20 MPH roll in first gear,..and I left that guy from the second my foot was on the floor…The tires spun, the engine hits the rev limiter, fires two shotgun blasts at C8 dude, and I pull second, All of the sudden now he is no longer interested in getting a second chance of getting a bitch slap from the flat side of a katana. MOF,….he won’t roll up beside me anymore… So I just cruise.
That sht stings, I bet C8 boy.
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