Electric Chicken
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Don't call me Shirley.
A Heavy Haulin' Grocery Hauler Goes Tanker Yankin'?!
- Thread starter Keendriver
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Keendriver
Hates all of you
Marquez acting like a cunt in qualifying and ends up high siding his dumb ass off the bike and smacking his dome pretty good.
What did you learn?
Well he probably learned that Fabio is not only blindingly fast but also mentally strong.
Me thinks Marc is a tad concerned about 20 in 20.
What did you learn?
Well he probably learned that Fabio is not only blindingly fast but also mentally strong.
Me thinks Marc is a tad concerned about 20 in 20.
Keendriver
Hates all of you
For old times sake......
ironpony
Professional Pot-Stirrer
Electric Chicken
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Soooooo which one are you?
Sinister
pari animositate
I don’t drink.
So I’m the chair.
Ontario Outlaw
Hozer Witta Hood
Coons are mean ass SOBs, maybe they’re ok on beer but don’t feed one whiskey
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
Sinister
pari animositate
Eyein little girls with bad intent...
I honestly don’t think you’d get that past the censors these days..
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
They don't censor Joe Biden when he gropes ten year old girls on national television, so why would they censor Aqualung?
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Busy week......
From now on my speed limit game has to be on point.
You take a motor that keeps pulling all the way to 7k and couple that with a chassis/suspension combo that whispers "come on sweetpea, you can get into the next corner faster than this" then throw in an idiot behind the wheel
who is an absolute fool for that game and you get more than twice the posted, criminal charges, yadda yadda yadda.......
Sooooo, as I said, speed limit game on point.
My wife was pretty clear on that.
So I'm heading to work at choirboy speed and of course I get some mook right up my ass. Really stupid move on his part considering the vehicle behind him is an unmarked county boy. Speed limit jumps to 50 and I put 12-15 car lengths on said mook. He never closes up so I figure he musta looked in his mirror and saw the cop and smarted the fuck up.
Nope.
We tool along at 54 for about 4 miles and speed drops to 35 again. I give dumbass a couple of courtesy brake flashes to inform him that we be slowing down.
I get slowed up and look in the mirror and it's last lap at Talladega time.....he is closer to my bumper than I would have thought possible without hitting me. The bottom of my rear window seems to meet the bottom of his windshield.
Clearly this will not do and jackass jumps out into the oncoming lane (across a double yellow.....natch) and punches it to pass me and show me who's the boss. I look up in the mirror cuz I know what's coming next. Before fast and the furious can get back into his lane, the blue lights are on.
And as if getting the ticket isn't bad enough, you also have the guy you passed now slow rolling past you with the window down pointing and laughing outFUCKINGloud.
Meh......he got off cheaper than I did. Fuck him.
From now on my speed limit game has to be on point.
You take a motor that keeps pulling all the way to 7k and couple that with a chassis/suspension combo that whispers "come on sweetpea, you can get into the next corner faster than this" then throw in an idiot behind the wheel
who is an absolute fool for that game and you get more than twice the posted, criminal charges, yadda yadda yadda.......Sooooo, as I said, speed limit game on point.
My wife was pretty clear on that.
So I'm heading to work at choirboy speed and of course I get some mook right up my ass. Really stupid move on his part considering the vehicle behind him is an unmarked county boy. Speed limit jumps to 50 and I put 12-15 car lengths on said mook. He never closes up so I figure he musta looked in his mirror and saw the cop and smarted the fuck up.
Nope.
We tool along at 54 for about 4 miles and speed drops to 35 again. I give dumbass a couple of courtesy brake flashes to inform him that we be slowing down.
I get slowed up and look in the mirror and it's last lap at Talladega time.....he is closer to my bumper than I would have thought possible without hitting me. The bottom of my rear window seems to meet the bottom of his windshield.
Clearly this will not do and jackass jumps out into the oncoming lane (across a double yellow.....natch) and punches it to pass me and show me who's the boss. I look up in the mirror cuz I know what's coming next. Before fast and the furious can get back into his lane, the blue lights are on.
And as if getting the ticket isn't bad enough, you also have the guy you passed now slow rolling past you with the window down pointing and laughing outFUCKINGloud.
Meh......he got off cheaper than I did. Fuck him.
Fageol
Old acid hauler but not too caustic
Quick call the Duck, Injun, or some other prime mover and shaker. Then they can change this site to a Go-Fund-Me site so we can get you out of the arms of the fuzz. If you're in the slam and denied access to your many acolytes, I'm sure the site would fold and we supplicants would no longer have your observations, counsel, and guidance.Busy week......
From now on my speed limit game has to be on point.
You take a motor that keeps pulling all the way to 7k and couple that with a chassis/suspension combo that whispers "come on sweetpea, you can get into the next corner faster than this" then throw in an idiot behind the wheel
Sooooo, as I said, speed limit game on point.
My wife was pretty clear on that.
So I'm heading to work at choirboy speed and of course I get some mook right up my ass. Really stupid move on his part considering the vehicle behind him is an unmarked county boy. Speed limit jumps to 50 and I put 12-15 car lengths on said mook. He never closes up so I figure he musta looked in his mirror and saw the cop and smarted the **** up.
Nope.
We tool along at 54 for about 4 miles and speed drops to 35 again. I give dumbass a couple of courtesy brake flashes to inform him that we be slowing down.
I get slowed up and look in the mirror and it's last lap at Talladega time.....he is closer to my bumper than I would have thought possible without hitting me. The bottom of my rear window seems to meet the bottom of his windshield.
Clearly this will not do and jackass jumps out into the oncoming lane (across a double yellow.....natch) and punches it to pass me and show me who's the boss. I look up in the mirror cuz I know what's coming next. Before fast and the furious can get back into his lane, the blue lights are on.
And as if getting the ticket isn't bad enough, you also have the guy you passed now slow rolling past you with the window down pointing and laughing out****INGloud.
Meh......he got off cheaper than I did. **** him.
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Dunno why I waited so long posting this......
Gotta hand it to him, he bounced back to finish 2nd.
In a race he didn't need for any championship implications.
tommyh
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Keendriver
Hates all of you
"but it wasn't a coon.......it was a lynx. We call 'em souped up wildcats in Amite county"
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
Just keep the cap on the bottle and you'll be fine.
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