On my way to work today, minding my own business, thinking about how much it's gonna suck when I get there, I'm driving along and happen to pass a couple of visor-wearing shitheels in a banged up '90-ish Accord with BIG stickers for some gay-*** "crew" plastered all over it. I think nothing of it, but apparently they didn't; they wanted a race. I did the usual and ignored them as they drove next to me revving and showing off the fact that the car is equipped with an intake. Then the little fucksticks got behind me and attatched themselves to my bumper. Now normally I would just slow down to about 20mph until they get bored, but since I was about 45 minutes late to work and there was no traffic I said, "fuckit" and dropped a gear to get some breathing space.

I put about 20 carlengths between us, but unfortunately got stuck at a stoplight. They re-attatched themselves to my bumper. At this point I'm tempted to get out my cop-sized MagLite and perform some cosmetic surgery on the skinny little dipshit driving. Thankfully the light turned green before the temptation overwhelmed me.

I left the stoplight and, as expected, the Accord follows. I don't really even have to go all that fast to put distance between us. I see the left turn cutout for where I work up ahead (and I'm wondering, almost hoping, if they'll follow me). As I'm sitting there waiting to turn the Accord swoops over into that left turn lane and swoops back out at the last second. He missed me by a matter of inches, and he had to be doing at least 40mph.

I am so pissed off about this. I wish I had gotten his license number. I would have called the cops.

It's ********* like this who lead people to think teenagers shouldn't be allowed to drive.

Sorry about the long rant. I needed to vent.

EDIT: typical S&G mistakes I couldn't leave alone.


[Modified by MK Ultra, 7:25 PM 10/21/2002]

 

We need tougher license tests.

 

And it's shitheels like these guys that give imports a bad name, and get good guys like me pulled over for doing nothing.

 

Y'know, that's something else that gets my goat: Where the hell are the cops when this kind of thing happens?

It seems like they're there, ready to bust me, when I fart too loud, but when ********* like this are playing dangerous games with 3000 lb. automobiles or someone is breaking into my car they must be on donut detail.

Drivers in my state need only pass (70% or better) a written exam to get a license. It's disgusting. We need German-style driver training, IMO.

 

I got hassled(while in my automatic DX beater, which has about 100 stickers on it by now, including 3 different types of nitrous stickers ZEX, NX, NOS ) by some stupid ***** in a dumped Silverado pickup that was supercharged. He pulls up next to me revving and slowing down and that whole game...and I sat there driving in the left lane. Finally he steps on it big time and the car that was in front of me decided to move over into the right lane, the lane he happend to be in, and he almost rearended them. I started laughing my *** off, pulled ahead of that car, got into the exit lane and threw on my hazards

 

Run for president.

I'll vote for you.

 

Nah. Presidents don't get to drive themselves around.

 

[QUOTE]On my way to work today, minding my own business, thinking about how much it's gonna suck when I get there[QUOTE]

lol i found that quote funny. I cant stand the stunnas either, the other day i had some homeboy in a green automatic saturn, with touring wing and matching green neons which "practically hung on the side of the door" follow me around town for 10 min trying to get a race. Sometimes i wish i had a super beater i didnt care about, where i could just throw it in reverse and do some demolition derby with these kids.

 

Drive a sports car and everybody and their moms wants to race you at stoplights. I'm on the street you idiots, come to the track and race me

 

stunnas...........

 

get a box with tacks in it mounted under your bumper, and press the button....

that should leave them something to race.

 

:::shakes fist at stunnas:::

 

:::shakes .45 at stunnas:::

 

Woah.

I just realised my guitar was in the boot when that happened. Those little ******* should be thanking God Almighty right now that they didn't hit me.

I don't think they'd like having to pay for the $4400 Gibson shoved up their asses (had it been broken).

 

Happens all the time unfortunately.