Harley F150 Sighting and Benz E55 Incident
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Harley F150 Sighting and Benz E55 Incident
Two goofy stories.
Last night I was cruising with the old lady in the Lightning, Just back from a month on "the continent" and dying to dip into the boost. The dreaded jet lag was hitting me hard, but I was sure glad to wick up some real American horsepower (see my related Autobahn report). Had a couple false Lightning alarms (wife thinks every shortbox flareside is a Lightning), couldn't get anybody to race, and was headed home on US route 50 outside Milford. About two miles from the house, I rolled up on a shiny black Ford that indeed set my "Spider Sense" twitching for a moment. Wife was sure it was a Lightning, but I quickly pointed out that the tires were too skinny (and some other things didn't look quite right either).
Anyway, the guy quickly pulled into a parking lot, and I followed his (now obvious) Harley F150 to have a friendly chat. Those things sure look good, even though they're slow and overpriced. I was kind of curious to answer the question "what kind of guy drives a Harley edition?" - I figured some burly type.
Anyway, the guy rolls down his window, and I see he's got his hair pretty well teased, a nice tan, and he's wearing a fancy white button-up shirt, a shiny vest (yes, VEST), and a bowtie. Without even noticing the Lightning, he asks me "Do you know where the (so-and-so nightclub) is? Y'know, they're having an all-male revue there tonight, and I'm late for work, and...". Well, that answers that one. True story.
Before I left "across the pond", I went to a big all-Ford show in the Eastgate area of Cincy. Took the meticulously-detailed Lightning over, only to be forced to park it in a mudhole in what soon turned into pouring rain. Drove it home a while later in a "poor state of mind", looking to take a bit of it out on some poor fools on the interstate.
Miracle of miracles, what are the two cars in front of me as I pull onto the on-ramp? A mid-90's white Vette and a new Benz E55! Faced with such a buffet, I had to choose one. Went for what I figured would be the most obnoxious driver (and most likely wanting a supercharged spanking), obviously the Mercedes. Pulled up next to him (rolling at about 60), gunned it a few times, no reponse. Dropped back a few feet, jumped past him, dropped back, jumped past him, no response. Finally got him to look over, gave hime the "wanna race" face, complete with the "pointing/motioning down the road" gesture. At this point it occurs to me that not only is this guy nursing a broken leg (crutches in the passenger's seat), but he has no idea what I'm trying to pull, mis-interprets my gestures, and starts looking at his front fender/tire in a panic. Sure enough, the guy quickly pulls off onto the shoulder. As he fades in the rearview, I can see him looking at the front end of this ride (on crutches), desperately looking for the "problem" I was excitedly pointing out.
I ask you again, why won't anybody race me?
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Silver Y2K Lightning
Bone Stock w/ Duraliner, Ford Hitch Cover
Silver (matching) Y2K ML320 Benz
Burl (ML430) Shift ****
Beater 1992 Grand Prix
Commuter Mule
Last night I was cruising with the old lady in the Lightning, Just back from a month on "the continent" and dying to dip into the boost. The dreaded jet lag was hitting me hard, but I was sure glad to wick up some real American horsepower (see my related Autobahn report). Had a couple false Lightning alarms (wife thinks every shortbox flareside is a Lightning), couldn't get anybody to race, and was headed home on US route 50 outside Milford. About two miles from the house, I rolled up on a shiny black Ford that indeed set my "Spider Sense" twitching for a moment. Wife was sure it was a Lightning, but I quickly pointed out that the tires were too skinny (and some other things didn't look quite right either).
Anyway, the guy quickly pulled into a parking lot, and I followed his (now obvious) Harley F150 to have a friendly chat. Those things sure look good, even though they're slow and overpriced. I was kind of curious to answer the question "what kind of guy drives a Harley edition?" - I figured some burly type.
Anyway, the guy rolls down his window, and I see he's got his hair pretty well teased, a nice tan, and he's wearing a fancy white button-up shirt, a shiny vest (yes, VEST), and a bowtie. Without even noticing the Lightning, he asks me "Do you know where the (so-and-so nightclub) is? Y'know, they're having an all-male revue there tonight, and I'm late for work, and...". Well, that answers that one. True story.
Before I left "across the pond", I went to a big all-Ford show in the Eastgate area of Cincy. Took the meticulously-detailed Lightning over, only to be forced to park it in a mudhole in what soon turned into pouring rain. Drove it home a while later in a "poor state of mind", looking to take a bit of it out on some poor fools on the interstate.
Miracle of miracles, what are the two cars in front of me as I pull onto the on-ramp? A mid-90's white Vette and a new Benz E55! Faced with such a buffet, I had to choose one. Went for what I figured would be the most obnoxious driver (and most likely wanting a supercharged spanking), obviously the Mercedes. Pulled up next to him (rolling at about 60), gunned it a few times, no reponse. Dropped back a few feet, jumped past him, dropped back, jumped past him, no response. Finally got him to look over, gave hime the "wanna race" face, complete with the "pointing/motioning down the road" gesture. At this point it occurs to me that not only is this guy nursing a broken leg (crutches in the passenger's seat), but he has no idea what I'm trying to pull, mis-interprets my gestures, and starts looking at his front fender/tire in a panic. Sure enough, the guy quickly pulls off onto the shoulder. As he fades in the rearview, I can see him looking at the front end of this ride (on crutches), desperately looking for the "problem" I was excitedly pointing out.
I ask you again, why won't anybody race me?
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Silver Y2K Lightning
Bone Stock w/ Duraliner, Ford Hitch Cover
Silver (matching) Y2K ML320 Benz
Burl (ML430) Shift ****
Beater 1992 Grand Prix
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From: Oregon City, OR
Hey Silver-Y2K-SVT, I'll race ya! I seem to have the same lack of willing competition out here.
Except for today... why does it seem like all the idiots come out to try to razz the Lightning only when we're stuck in heavy stop-&-go traffic?!?! Today I had a HD F-150 riding my bumper down Hwy. 217 (basically a parking lot). After some tricky maneuvering (we are basically moving at 5mph), he manages to pull up next to me, and starts revving his engine. Sheesh, the nerve! I open my window, put on my extremely annoyed face, and yell at the guy "What the hell do you want to prove in this traffic?". He laughs and putts ahead with his lane of traffic... weird I tell ya.
The even weirder part was the guy right behind the HD F-150 was a Honda ricer. As he pulls next to me, he revs his engine, and his Honda basically lets out an obnoxious FART! Heh, I actually jumped before I started laughing, but it really sounded like his car passed gas! His passenger just glared at me with that "you want some of this" look. Double sheesh!
Seems like people are a lot more confident when they know they don't have to put up. Bah, there are just too many scared and/or jealous drivers out here.
~rick
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lightning_svt@hotmail.com
2000 Ford F-150 Lightning
Except for today... why does it seem like all the idiots come out to try to razz the Lightning only when we're stuck in heavy stop-&-go traffic?!?! Today I had a HD F-150 riding my bumper down Hwy. 217 (basically a parking lot). After some tricky maneuvering (we are basically moving at 5mph), he manages to pull up next to me, and starts revving his engine. Sheesh, the nerve! I open my window, put on my extremely annoyed face, and yell at the guy "What the hell do you want to prove in this traffic?". He laughs and putts ahead with his lane of traffic... weird I tell ya.
The even weirder part was the guy right behind the HD F-150 was a Honda ricer. As he pulls next to me, he revs his engine, and his Honda basically lets out an obnoxious FART! Heh, I actually jumped before I started laughing, but it really sounded like his car passed gas! His passenger just glared at me with that "you want some of this" look. Double sheesh!
Seems like people are a lot more confident when they know they don't have to put up. Bah, there are just too many scared and/or jealous drivers out here.
~rick
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lightning_svt@hotmail.com
2000 Ford F-150 Lightning