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06-20-05, 03:38 AM
It was a sunny day here in Sunny, Southern Oregon. (not as Sunny as Florida or So. Cal.) Anyhow, as I'm driving along on I-5 with the pace of traffic, my girlfriend suddenly says, "oh know, here we go." I asked her what she was talking about. She says, "the flashy car up there is weaving in and out of traffic didn't you see him shoot down the on-ramp?" I hadn't. So, from 6th to 4th the V went into "Scouting Mode" as we went into the fast lane. Ahead was a bright white, new 300. All I could think was, "please let it have a SRT 8 on the back." Well, it didn't, but this guy was driving like he thought he did and he still had the stupid dealership sticker in the window. As we came up on him a guy in a truck gave me the thumbs up. The 300 started to go, I gunned it, passed him and kept going. (praying my radar unit would give me enough warning.) God, it's incredible how much of a difference there is between a 6 and a 400 hp V8. I could see him slow and pull into the slow lane. I hope he was thinking, "well, I thought this car was fast; the sales guy said it was."
The day ended with a mutual tip of the hat . At a stoplight in front of me there was a newer BMW 3 Series. The lane to the right of it was open. As I downshift gear by gear, my girlfriend says, "we really need to take my car more often." I could see the driver's head turn to look back as we approached. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful BMW, (Sorry, it really was. Jet black and chrome wheels that were blinding) But sitting in the passenger seat is a little girl with a doll. She waves and shows her doll that has long hair hanging outside the car door. Very cute. Her dad says, "sorry man, I'd love to, but she's with me." Without missing a beat, the girl says, "my daddy says your car goes fast like his but mom would get mad if went fast."
We all laughed and drove away. . . . . well, . . . . . slowly.
Sorry.
The day ended with a mutual tip of the hat . At a stoplight in front of me there was a newer BMW 3 Series. The lane to the right of it was open. As I downshift gear by gear, my girlfriend says, "we really need to take my car more often." I could see the driver's head turn to look back as we approached. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful BMW, (Sorry, it really was. Jet black and chrome wheels that were blinding) But sitting in the passenger seat is a little girl with a doll. She waves and shows her doll that has long hair hanging outside the car door. Very cute. Her dad says, "sorry man, I'd love to, but she's with me." Without missing a beat, the girl says, "my daddy says your car goes fast like his but mom would get mad if went fast."
We all laughed and drove away. . . . . well, . . . . . slowly.
Sorry.