///Mpressive
07-17-2001, 05:28 AM
Okay, so me and my significant other are discussing what thug beers the rice burner punks drink in our area here, The Bull, Old English, or anything that comes in a 40oz. We are driving to the restaurant for some dinner and we pull up to this fairly nice looking Caddy with the Northstar engine. This kid, couldn't be any more than 17 years old with his hat turned sideways and a very threatening gangster lean takes a look over at my woman. He and his 2 buddies looked my car up and down with laughter and disbelief of its abilities. At this point we've decided that he's strickly a Colt 45 man himself. Not expecting a race from him, he leaves at the green light very quickly even with a little smoke from the (front) tires:p
When I finally got a look at the Handicapped License plate from his grandma's car I knew it was on. I take off hard, but not enough to get a lot of wheelspin and by 65 mph, I shift in to 3rd gear as I'm next to him--seeee yaaaaaaaa, good-bye and there's no turning back. And then when it was all over and he was scraping little bits of my back tires off of his grandma's windshield, I kind of felt bad---yeah, felt bad that we didn't have enough room to let him catch up and do it all over again!
No offense to anyone here, just in good fun--
///M Power at its finest
When I finally got a look at the Handicapped License plate from his grandma's car I knew it was on. I take off hard, but not enough to get a lot of wheelspin and by 65 mph, I shift in to 3rd gear as I'm next to him--seeee yaaaaaaaa, good-bye and there's no turning back. And then when it was all over and he was scraping little bits of my back tires off of his grandma's windshield, I kind of felt bad---yeah, felt bad that we didn't have enough room to let him catch up and do it all over again!
No offense to anyone here, just in good fun--
///M Power at its finest