kill story
kill story
Going to Austin yesterday with the g/f to the Sheryl Crow concert and I'm on a great 4 lane road with no traffic and out of nowhere a 01 GT with full ground effects and racing stickers all over the back window comes up on my passenger side. Young punk with blonde tipped spike hair, he looks at the truck, then starts staring at my g/f. She gives him the go to hell look and he finally looks over at me.....we are rolling about 70 and I tap the gas to let him know I'm game.......Then he starts to laugh and shake his head, so I tap again with alittle more force. He shoots me the "I'm about to smoke you look", rolls up his window and grabs to shifter..........I let him shift and punch it, He quickly jumps 1/2 car length and I stab the gas...........its violent, downshift then and all you here is twistin' screws.....I jump by him like he is sitting still and proceed to take 2 more truck lengths. I ran her up to 130 and he stayed with me but was fading fast. When I let off he was 3-4 behind. Several miles later we were at a stoplight next to each other....he wouldn't even look over......finally when the light tuned green he shot me a look like someone had pissed on his favorite emenim cd....I smiled and waved goodbye. I could't stop laughing, the g/f just shook her head.


