The intimidator?
I know it might be an odd title, and it's not a "kill story " per se, but I noticed something interesting and kinda odd when I was running errands in our Black Beast the other day and I just had to write about it.
It was a beautiful sunny day here in Cincinnati, temp in the low 70's. Perfect day for waking up the old girl from her winter slumber. Uncovered it, reconnected the battery and did all that boring maintenance stuff. Turned on the ignition , waited for the fuel system to pressurize , hit the starter and she fired up instantly into that lovely Turbo Buick v6 slightly loping rumble. Ahhhhhhh...gave me goosebumps..... Life is good, I was thinking. Very good, indeed. I pulled her out into the sunshine, shut the garage door and off I went -- windows down and happy as a pig in slop.
I wasn't on the road but five minutes. Mod to heavy traffic. Came to a stoplight, windows down, enjoying that sweet sound of rock and roll mixed with that sweet idling TB v6 rumble. Two lanes over to my right, was VERY loud and quite obnoxious mustang GT and an apparent goofball behind the wheel. Damn thing sounded like it had just straight through exhaust with no mufflers to speak of. Light turned green , and the jackass must've thought he was at a drag strip. Even though the clown was two lanes over on my right and about to take the interstate on ramp ( less than a 500 feet down the road ), he still insisted on revving the dang thing up to what seemed a billion rpm, raising holy hell breaking his tires loose and flogging the sh*t outta his poor pony. Didn't make sense . Heavy traffic, 25 mph speed limit ..... Go figure.
Fifteen minutes later, another stop light. This time ANOTHER mustang GT --- coming from the friggn opposite direction, yet-- loud as hell and decided to do the same thing. This time the doofus , in mod to heavy traffic, slid the damned thing sideways and almost took out the poor soul next to him.
Ok. I'm at the gas pumps. Major intersection about a hundred and fifty feet from the pumps, and readily visible. Dude wearing mirror sunglasses and funky hair in a challenger looks over and sees me fueling the GN. Light turns green, then asquickasyoucansayI'mdumberthanshit, he lights the tires in a crescendo of noise and tire smoke.
But , THIS time the dipp behind the wheel didn't see the police cruiser in the opposing traffic. Cop does a quick yooey, flips on the blues and pulls him over. He was apparently paying too much attention to the GN rather than the things he should have been. **DUH**.
I got to thinkin'. Whassupwhiddat? Is my poor lil' bone stock GN that intimidating-- especially with me just tooling around in "cruise" mode? or just freakn' putting gas in it ?! Maybe it's the "evil black" color or just ...... hell , I don't really know. Maybe they have teeny weanies or something ? What I *have* found out, interesting enough, is that the ladies with muscle cars I have come across are cool as h&ll. One had a '65 GTO and another had a '69 Z28. Got a thumbs up from them and all went on their merry way. Go figure.
I guess it has to do with that old cliche' --- "stupid is what stupid does" . Me? I don't want to be stupid. There's a right place and a right time to do anything. Now , don't get me wrong, I have "smacked it in the ass" a few times, but never in traffic. I ain't afraid to admit it, I haven't even had her at WOT yet.... Not until I get my new updated chip from TT.
Plus , I love my little TB. That rumble is like the LilRedHead' soft soothing voice.... sooooooo damned sweet.
You know, common sense does have it's plusses. I want to save my potential traffic fine bucks so I can buy her flowers or something. After all, she likes cruising in the Black Beast too and doesn't mind a whole lot if I spend a few bucks on "The Other Woman" --- at least the one in the garage.
I know it might be an odd title, and it's not a "kill story " per se, but I noticed something interesting and kinda odd when I was running errands in our Black Beast the other day and I just had to write about it.
It was a beautiful sunny day here in Cincinnati, temp in the low 70's. Perfect day for waking up the old girl from her winter slumber. Uncovered it, reconnected the battery and did all that boring maintenance stuff. Turned on the ignition , waited for the fuel system to pressurize , hit the starter and she fired up instantly into that lovely Turbo Buick v6 slightly loping rumble. Ahhhhhhh...gave me goosebumps..... Life is good, I was thinking. Very good, indeed. I pulled her out into the sunshine, shut the garage door and off I went -- windows down and happy as a pig in slop.
I wasn't on the road but five minutes. Mod to heavy traffic. Came to a stoplight, windows down, enjoying that sweet sound of rock and roll mixed with that sweet idling TB v6 rumble. Two lanes over to my right, was VERY loud and quite obnoxious mustang GT and an apparent goofball behind the wheel. Damn thing sounded like it had just straight through exhaust with no mufflers to speak of. Light turned green , and the jackass must've thought he was at a drag strip. Even though the clown was two lanes over on my right and about to take the interstate on ramp ( less than a 500 feet down the road ), he still insisted on revving the dang thing up to what seemed a billion rpm, raising holy hell breaking his tires loose and flogging the sh*t outta his poor pony. Didn't make sense . Heavy traffic, 25 mph speed limit ..... Go figure.
Fifteen minutes later, another stop light. This time ANOTHER mustang GT --- coming from the friggn opposite direction, yet-- loud as hell and decided to do the same thing. This time the doofus , in mod to heavy traffic, slid the damned thing sideways and almost took out the poor soul next to him.
Ok. I'm at the gas pumps. Major intersection about a hundred and fifty feet from the pumps, and readily visible. Dude wearing mirror sunglasses and funky hair in a challenger looks over and sees me fueling the GN. Light turns green, then asquickasyoucansayI'mdumberthanshit, he lights the tires in a crescendo of noise and tire smoke.
But , THIS time the dipp behind the wheel didn't see the police cruiser in the opposing traffic. Cop does a quick yooey, flips on the blues and pulls him over. He was apparently paying too much attention to the GN rather than the things he should have been. **DUH**.
I got to thinkin'. Whassupwhiddat? Is my poor lil' bone stock GN that intimidating-- especially with me just tooling around in "cruise" mode? or just freakn' putting gas in it ?! Maybe it's the "evil black" color or just ...... hell , I don't really know. Maybe they have teeny weanies or something ? What I *have* found out, interesting enough, is that the ladies with muscle cars I have come across are cool as h&ll. One had a '65 GTO and another had a '69 Z28. Got a thumbs up from them and all went on their merry way. Go figure.
I guess it has to do with that old cliche' --- "stupid is what stupid does" . Me? I don't want to be stupid. There's a right place and a right time to do anything. Now , don't get me wrong, I have "smacked it in the ass" a few times, but never in traffic. I ain't afraid to admit it, I haven't even had her at WOT yet.... Not until I get my new updated chip from TT.
Plus , I love my little TB. That rumble is like the LilRedHead' soft soothing voice.... sooooooo damned sweet.
You know, common sense does have it's plusses. I want to save my potential traffic fine bucks so I can buy her flowers or something. After all, she likes cruising in the Black Beast too and doesn't mind a whole lot if I spend a few bucks on "The Other Woman" --- at least the one in the garage.