Today my Mustang is officially one week old.
The last three days north bound on 55 highway I have had this green and black Honda Civic come up from way back and pass me like I am standing still. Then this guy turns around in his seat and looks back at me like he has actually done something. I can imagine what he tells his friends, how he smoked a GT Mustang on the interstate.
Now let me describe this car for you. It has a high rear spoiler, a chin spoiler, racing stripes and a coffee can exhaust pipe. Chinese lettering stickers all over the side that I can only imagine what they mean.
So this morning I am running late and this “Vanilla Ice” wannabe pulls up on my back bumper on a 9 mile stretch of two lane. The areas to pass are very limited on 306 highway. Well I am pissed to say the least at this guy following me so close, so when he pulls out to pass, I down-shift and match his speed. He has it to the floor and his engine sounds like a weed eater. We come to the hills and curves and he has to brake and pull back in behind me. I get him like this a total of six times before we make it to the interstate.
He is really pissed now, yelling and flashing these white homeboy gang signs. He tries to pass me on the single lane on ramp, and at this point I have had enough. So I do what Mustangs do best, I hit third gear and just hyperspace on him. I look at the rear view to check my progress and he has pulled over to the shoulder and has white smoke bellowing from under his hood.
My Mustang has killed her first ricer. Then I notice a spooky laugh surrounding the inside of the car. Images of the movie Christine come to mind. But it was just Ron White on Blue Collar channel on my satellite radio. Aint these GT Mustangs sweet.
The last three days north bound on 55 highway I have had this green and black Honda Civic come up from way back and pass me like I am standing still. Then this guy turns around in his seat and looks back at me like he has actually done something. I can imagine what he tells his friends, how he smoked a GT Mustang on the interstate.
Now let me describe this car for you. It has a high rear spoiler, a chin spoiler, racing stripes and a coffee can exhaust pipe. Chinese lettering stickers all over the side that I can only imagine what they mean.
So this morning I am running late and this “Vanilla Ice” wannabe pulls up on my back bumper on a 9 mile stretch of two lane. The areas to pass are very limited on 306 highway. Well I am pissed to say the least at this guy following me so close, so when he pulls out to pass, I down-shift and match his speed. He has it to the floor and his engine sounds like a weed eater. We come to the hills and curves and he has to brake and pull back in behind me. I get him like this a total of six times before we make it to the interstate.
He is really pissed now, yelling and flashing these white homeboy gang signs. He tries to pass me on the single lane on ramp, and at this point I have had enough. So I do what Mustangs do best, I hit third gear and just hyperspace on him. I look at the rear view to check my progress and he has pulled over to the shoulder and has white smoke bellowing from under his hood.
My Mustang has killed her first ricer. Then I notice a spooky laugh surrounding the inside of the car. Images of the movie Christine come to mind. But it was just Ron White on Blue Collar channel on my satellite radio. Aint these GT Mustangs sweet.