Oh, it was sweet! I say "hyped-up" instead of "hopped-up" because the owner talks like his Civic is all that, which I proved tonight is alot of hype...
A quick bit of background story: My friends' thought I may be interested in hooking-up with a room mate of theirs a few weeks ago, 'till I decided she was so dingy it would be like taking her to raise. But figuring I would at least hummor my friends, I said to this girl "I'm not really your type, am I?" She answered that it wasn't that, she just wasn't ready to date anyone right now... Not three weeks later, she's dating this guy that thinks his Civic is the shit.
Now to the juicy part, the big "bubble bust" that happened tonight! I was cruisin' the street at normal speeds when I came up on this girl ridin' with Mr. quickness. At first I didn't think anything about it, and took off driving past them at normal rates... That is 'till I heard his shitty exhaust and looked up in the mirror. I couldn't resist! I thought to my self, "So, you wanna show off for the girly? Show her this!" Then I punched it running off and leaving this guy by like two car lengths! Keep in mind I say "tired" CB7 due to the facts that #1 there is 200680 some odd miles on her, and #2 a baffel has come loose in my exhaust restricting flow as well as making her sound like she has a cold. Not to mention the front and rear mains leaking and all the various other small shit that comes with running an older motor... And not to mention, his is a 5 speed and mine an auto.!
Now that I'm two car lengths in the front, I start to think "This is over!" and really decide to end it when I glance down and realize I'm hitting 110 in a 45! So, I brake and slow down, when Mr. man decides to gun it and cut me off! "Oh, no you didn't..." I thought as I punched it once more, passing them and easing in and out of traffic, before finally deciding twice is enough! So, I brake and got right behind an SUV, and dropped down to 45 before coming to a compleate stop. Looking over, I see Mr. just got my ass handed to me turning off the main drag, as if a pup tuckin' it's tail in shame!
I don't normally race like that, but with a mouthy person like that, I just had to shut him up! To end this tale, I was sittin' at my friends' house later tonight when Mr. defeated dropped off the room mate... After like 10 min. pass and she comes in, one of my friends look at her and say "So, I hear you got your asses handed to 'ya?!" And what else could she do, but grin real big and say "Yeah, we did."
So, even with a tired CB7 and tired driver/owner, a lot can happen! Just wait 'till tax return time...
A quick bit of background story: My friends' thought I may be interested in hooking-up with a room mate of theirs a few weeks ago, 'till I decided she was so dingy it would be like taking her to raise. But figuring I would at least hummor my friends, I said to this girl "I'm not really your type, am I?" She answered that it wasn't that, she just wasn't ready to date anyone right now... Not three weeks later, she's dating this guy that thinks his Civic is the shit.
Now to the juicy part, the big "bubble bust" that happened tonight! I was cruisin' the street at normal speeds when I came up on this girl ridin' with Mr. quickness. At first I didn't think anything about it, and took off driving past them at normal rates... That is 'till I heard his shitty exhaust and looked up in the mirror. I couldn't resist! I thought to my self, "So, you wanna show off for the girly? Show her this!" Then I punched it running off and leaving this guy by like two car lengths! Keep in mind I say "tired" CB7 due to the facts that #1 there is 200680 some odd miles on her, and #2 a baffel has come loose in my exhaust restricting flow as well as making her sound like she has a cold. Not to mention the front and rear mains leaking and all the various other small shit that comes with running an older motor... And not to mention, his is a 5 speed and mine an auto.!
Now that I'm two car lengths in the front, I start to think "This is over!" and really decide to end it when I glance down and realize I'm hitting 110 in a 45! So, I brake and slow down, when Mr. man decides to gun it and cut me off! "Oh, no you didn't..." I thought as I punched it once more, passing them and easing in and out of traffic, before finally deciding twice is enough! So, I brake and got right behind an SUV, and dropped down to 45 before coming to a compleate stop. Looking over, I see Mr. just got my ass handed to me turning off the main drag, as if a pup tuckin' it's tail in shame!
I don't normally race like that, but with a mouthy person like that, I just had to shut him up! To end this tale, I was sittin' at my friends' house later tonight when Mr. defeated dropped off the room mate... After like 10 min. pass and she comes in, one of my friends look at her and say "So, I hear you got your asses handed to 'ya?!" And what else could she do, but grin real big and say "Yeah, we did."
So, even with a tired CB7 and tired driver/owner, a lot can happen! Just wait 'till tax return time...
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