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HappyScrappy
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I was driving home this weekend over a fun stretch of Route 2 that is nice and curvaceous. It was a cold clear day, so the crisp air made the turbo happy and I was crusing along with some good music playing.
I came around a curve and then found myself stuck behind a slower moving pickup truck full of crap. I slowed down and listened to the cd playing and just enjoyed the day.
after about a minute of that, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that a car had come speeding up behind me and was now tailgating me. It was a young guy - maybe high school, or maybe college age - but something about him didn't really read as "I'm in college now" to me. he was slouched off to one side, seat back, visor on sideways, wifebeater taught over his frame (even though it was under 32 degrees outside), and one hand lazily over the top of the wheel.
He was dominating the road in a Ponitac Grand Prix - forrest green. He had something written in script over the top of his windshield - didn't catch what it said, but it looked like an imitation "NO FEAR" sort of thing. I guess the NO FEAR stuff might get a little costly, so sometimes you have to take it down a notch.
He obviously was annoyed with the speed I was going - and I don't blame him - had I really known what I was doing, I would have floored it and just plowed into the rear end of the fully loaded pickup truck in front of me - forcing him off the road and thereby allowing Mr. Grand Prix full reign of the road ahead.
to his credit, I don't think he was flashing his lights at me (I really couldn't tell since he was so close to me that I couldn't see his lights), and I never heard a horn, but then again I had the music up pretty loud.
eventually the pickup truck turned off a side road and I pressed the accelerator down, bringing it up to 80 and playfully turning over the mountain ahead, enjoying the curves and smiling.
nothing was coming in the other lane, so the Grand Prix Master decided he was sick of all of the trouble having someone in front of him forced on him - so he swung out into the other lane and gunned it. I could hear the engine screaming and he edged up next to me. granted, he wasn't really passing me, but he gave me this dirty look and slouched back in his seat a little more. I guess that was so I could tell how cool he was.
I could also tell how cool he was by the fur lined seats he had and the dice hanging from the rearview mirror.
I felt bad for him, he wanted to pass and his car was maxing out at 90 or so up that hill, and I wasn't really in that much of a hurry, so I just slowed down and let him in before he did something stupid in that lane of oncoming traffic.
he looked over at me as I slowed with a "hell yeah, I'm skoolin' you fucker!"
he pulled in front of me and that was when I got to see his rear spoiler and the full windshield decal of a playboy bunny.
I found the whole thing terribly funny.
the road flattened and he took off down the road, and I kept my distance not really having anything to prove - but not getting to far away because some morbid curiosity in me wanted to see this guy roll his peice of shit a few times.
he caught up with some cars further on up and tailgated them - riding his breaks for about 5 miles down the other side of the mountain - maybe he liked the smell of his brakes catching on fire.
much to my disappointment, he didn't wreck and instead came to a full stop on a bridge and then every so slowly edged off the road and turned down a gravel path to - god knows where.
I spent the next 20 minutes wonder what the hell goes through one's mind in order to do that to their car.
Like, does he wake up in the morning, with a tingle in his heart, excitedly throwing on his wifebeater and visor and then prance out to his car, giddily running his hands over the spoiler, knowing how chicks will just throw themselves at him?
and at what point do you look at a car and say "this is missing something... hmmm - AHA!! a playboy bunny decal the full size of the windshield would be PERFECT!"
I'm at a loss, but I do admire that the young man seemed very proud of himself and his car - so I will give him that. He has found one of life's simple pleasures - which is apparenlty in his case fucking up an already pretty pathetic car with decals and random crap.
I will say that it looked like he had less salt covering his car than I do on mine. so he's got that, and I sure don't.
if you read this far, you get a sticker. a playboy bunny. size: large.
I came around a curve and then found myself stuck behind a slower moving pickup truck full of crap. I slowed down and listened to the cd playing and just enjoyed the day.
after about a minute of that, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that a car had come speeding up behind me and was now tailgating me. It was a young guy - maybe high school, or maybe college age - but something about him didn't really read as "I'm in college now" to me. he was slouched off to one side, seat back, visor on sideways, wifebeater taught over his frame (even though it was under 32 degrees outside), and one hand lazily over the top of the wheel.
He was dominating the road in a Ponitac Grand Prix - forrest green. He had something written in script over the top of his windshield - didn't catch what it said, but it looked like an imitation "NO FEAR" sort of thing. I guess the NO FEAR stuff might get a little costly, so sometimes you have to take it down a notch.
He obviously was annoyed with the speed I was going - and I don't blame him - had I really known what I was doing, I would have floored it and just plowed into the rear end of the fully loaded pickup truck in front of me - forcing him off the road and thereby allowing Mr. Grand Prix full reign of the road ahead.
to his credit, I don't think he was flashing his lights at me (I really couldn't tell since he was so close to me that I couldn't see his lights), and I never heard a horn, but then again I had the music up pretty loud.
eventually the pickup truck turned off a side road and I pressed the accelerator down, bringing it up to 80 and playfully turning over the mountain ahead, enjoying the curves and smiling.
nothing was coming in the other lane, so the Grand Prix Master decided he was sick of all of the trouble having someone in front of him forced on him - so he swung out into the other lane and gunned it. I could hear the engine screaming and he edged up next to me. granted, he wasn't really passing me, but he gave me this dirty look and slouched back in his seat a little more. I guess that was so I could tell how cool he was.
I could also tell how cool he was by the fur lined seats he had and the dice hanging from the rearview mirror.
I felt bad for him, he wanted to pass and his car was maxing out at 90 or so up that hill, and I wasn't really in that much of a hurry, so I just slowed down and let him in before he did something stupid in that lane of oncoming traffic.
he looked over at me as I slowed with a "hell yeah, I'm skoolin' you fucker!"
he pulled in front of me and that was when I got to see his rear spoiler and the full windshield decal of a playboy bunny.
I found the whole thing terribly funny.
the road flattened and he took off down the road, and I kept my distance not really having anything to prove - but not getting to far away because some morbid curiosity in me wanted to see this guy roll his peice of shit a few times.
he caught up with some cars further on up and tailgated them - riding his breaks for about 5 miles down the other side of the mountain - maybe he liked the smell of his brakes catching on fire.
much to my disappointment, he didn't wreck and instead came to a full stop on a bridge and then every so slowly edged off the road and turned down a gravel path to - god knows where.
I spent the next 20 minutes wonder what the hell goes through one's mind in order to do that to their car.
Like, does he wake up in the morning, with a tingle in his heart, excitedly throwing on his wifebeater and visor and then prance out to his car, giddily running his hands over the spoiler, knowing how chicks will just throw themselves at him?
and at what point do you look at a car and say "this is missing something... hmmm - AHA!! a playboy bunny decal the full size of the windshield would be PERFECT!"
I'm at a loss, but I do admire that the young man seemed very proud of himself and his car - so I will give him that. He has found one of life's simple pleasures - which is apparenlty in his case fucking up an already pretty pathetic car with decals and random crap.
I will say that it looked like he had less salt covering his car than I do on mine. so he's got that, and I sure don't.
if you read this far, you get a sticker. a playboy bunny. size: large.
