meanchicken
gallo vicioso
- Joined
- Oct 6, 2007
So I was cruising around last night taking the missus out to Target, when this guy in a black car pulls up on the passenger side. At this point...make and model was unknown...I had my wife with me so I was not set to kill.
The guy starts chating us up about how he likes the Grand Nationals...cool cars........does that have twin turbo's, nice car, etc. etc. etc.
I'm still not clueing into the make and model he's driving, but I did notice he had too much hair gell and was wearing some fancy leather mittens. This should have tipped me off that this guy might try something, but I just soaked in the compliments and let him know it's a fun car and I get in trouble if I race with the wife in the car. Everybody giggles.
Light turns green and we both move along to the next light....no race...just cruising. He even fell back behind me, so I had no indication he wanted to play...and besides, the wife would give me the "what for... " if I did play....so I was still in cruise mode.
We get to the next light and the guy is quiet.
Light turns green and as I excelerate moderately, he stays alongside for the first 30 feet and then....
All I hear was that V8 going WOT as the guy takes off.
My "It's a race!!!!!" reflex kicked in and I nailed it to the floor, lost traction and watched him get up on me a couple lengths before I finally stopped him from getting further away.The CLS55 emblem seemed to be glowing in the dark.
He then cut across in front of me and went into the left turn lane so the best I could do was let the turbo poof at him as I went by while he slowed for his turn....
Friggin' Nancy Boy....Let's do that again heads up.
As my awareness that I still had the wife in the car came back to me....I tuned back in expecting to hear her verbally slapping me about the head and neck.
Instead all I hear is her laughing....nay, nay...mocking me.
"Are you happy now?"
"Did that make you feel good?"
"He beat you...hahhahahahahahaa..."
She was obviously overjoyed....why can't she get this happy when I win?
Grrrrrrrr..... my passenger side air bag has deployed and is annoying me....where's an eject button when you need it.
I took her to Target, rushed her through...got her home and then made up an excuse to go back out on my own....I needed to kill something.
Unfortunately....I could not find any prey so after an hour, I went back home and pouted on the couch next to my smirking wife while watching yet another Michael Jackson's dead documentary....I wanted to barf.
The guy starts chating us up about how he likes the Grand Nationals...cool cars........does that have twin turbo's, nice car, etc. etc. etc.
I'm still not clueing into the make and model he's driving, but I did notice he had too much hair gell and was wearing some fancy leather mittens. This should have tipped me off that this guy might try something, but I just soaked in the compliments and let him know it's a fun car and I get in trouble if I race with the wife in the car. Everybody giggles.
Light turns green and we both move along to the next light....no race...just cruising. He even fell back behind me, so I had no indication he wanted to play...and besides, the wife would give me the "what for... " if I did play....so I was still in cruise mode.
We get to the next light and the guy is quiet.
Light turns green and as I excelerate moderately, he stays alongside for the first 30 feet and then....
All I hear was that V8 going WOT as the guy takes off.
My "It's a race!!!!!" reflex kicked in and I nailed it to the floor, lost traction and watched him get up on me a couple lengths before I finally stopped him from getting further away.The CLS55 emblem seemed to be glowing in the dark.
He then cut across in front of me and went into the left turn lane so the best I could do was let the turbo poof at him as I went by while he slowed for his turn....
Friggin' Nancy Boy....Let's do that again heads up.
As my awareness that I still had the wife in the car came back to me....I tuned back in expecting to hear her verbally slapping me about the head and neck.
Instead all I hear is her laughing....nay, nay...mocking me.
"Are you happy now?"
"Did that make you feel good?"
"He beat you...hahhahahahahahaa..."
She was obviously overjoyed....why can't she get this happy when I win?
Grrrrrrrr..... my passenger side air bag has deployed and is annoying me....where's an eject button when you need it.
I took her to Target, rushed her through...got her home and then made up an excuse to go back out on my own....I needed to kill something.
Unfortunately....I could not find any prey so after an hour, I went back home and pouted on the couch next to my smirking wife while watching yet another Michael Jackson's dead documentary....I wanted to barf.