Forgive me guys but Spike and his sight hound Whippet got my juices goin'.

I do the killin'(sometimes there're still alive but wounded) with my GAMO pellet rifle. Henry, my 16 month old Ocicat http://www.cfainc.org/breeds/profiles/ocicat.html sits near me, watching the trees for a sqirrel to be hit and then, to fall. As the squirrel drops, Henry 'sights' him as he races to the spot where it fell. He sinks his 'fangs' into the side or neck of the body--dead or alive--and then marches around the house to the kitchen door and deposits it onto the door mat. He lets me pick it up to be bagged for the garbage can He got two Friday evening and the wounded one tried to bite Henry but he shook him(slinging blood all over the front of Henry) and carried him to the mat. He is so pumped while doing this---what a cat!

Dan

 

uh oh here we go again with the " you shouldn't street race" wars..... Im sorry but everyone at some point or another has raced sumone on the street wheather it be at the local spot or from a stoplight..... everyone is guilty...

 

Like a canadian Lynx. The only house cat a man can be proud to own

j/k Ocicats are cool. But you haben't gotten looks until you're driving down the street with your lynx sticking her head out the rear sliding window!

Coldie

 

What a cool pic that would make. Do you have any?

Dan

 

Sorry to get back on-topic, but....

On the Freeway this morning, and as I hit the fast lane a lowered and smoothed out Chev truck pulls right behind me. I'm at 80 and he whips around me to get around a car and squeezes real tight into a tiny gap ahead. I go two lanes over and nail it over the ton mark. He tries to catch up and gets close only when I slow for traffic. I nail it in the clear and he's history.
Good for him, that as he passes me when I get into traffic again he "thumbs up" out his window with a smile.

 

I've got a couple of pictures of her in the truck, I'll dig em out.

Back on topic:

80's trans am with 5 High school kids in it from a rolling 20mph. I hit it and just soar past them. They give me a ricer flyby and I swear all 5 were looking out the back window with a "what the hell just happened?!" look.

99 BMW Z3 with numbers still on from the drag strip. We get to talking and he says he runs low 13s (8 psi supercharger). A nice stop light lines us up and sure enuff he stays with me to 50mph. We were both intelligent and hit the brakes. With a big thumbs up to and from him, we both went on our way...

Coldie

 

probably my favorite thus far.

http://198.65.157.241/forums/showthr...threadid=34513

 

Bringing the wife home from the doctor's office today (bad migraine) and this kid pulls up beside me in a 80 ish GMC with no muffler and a big ole country boy grin. We are in the turn lane and he revs his engine three times to get me to look. I look and he grins and gives a thumbs up to which I give a "not interested" nod. I have damaged goods on board. He revs twice more in anticipation of the green, as the cross traffic stops. I don't know what he is thinking since we could not accelerate for more than ten feet before a 90 degree turn had to be made. In any case, GREEN LIGHT, he surges forward - I ease on the gas and we both make the turn. We both practically idle to the next red light 50 yards ahead, this time both in the straight ahead lane. Once again rev, rev from the GMC! I pull into the intersection only part way, bringing my front wheels even with his rear wheels. More rev, rev from the GMC! I touch base with the wife by saying: "I just may have to hand him his a s s if this chit keeps up." Bare in mind that this is a major intersection downtown at 4:00 PM and in the wrong part of town cop wise. I enlist the aid of the wife (who normally rides in a 2002 WS6 convertible) and we are both in "cop scan mode". As the cross traffic clears and the turn lane light goes red, the GMC revs against his brakes, the light goes green and I roll on the throttle while he nails it! I am three truck lengths ahead at the shift into second gear at which point I tap the brakes to let him know its over. Bingo, off to my right, twenty feet ahead is a cop waiting to enter traffic from a parking lot -- hope he didnt hear the squeal of my tires! Then ahead in the approaching lane another black and white! I havent been above 50 mph yet and neither show an interest. A narrow escape. My wife and I discuss the potential outcome (read ticket!) if the contest had lasted for only a few seconds more... I am really too old for this type of thing... but Hey, I was provoked.....