woaface
03-06-2004, 08:50 PM
Along the road a sharp piece of something sits, just brushed or dropped into the road in my lane, waiting for me to come by. It's 9 p.m. and dark.
The road is two lanes and almost 4 miles long, 3/4 a mile curves and dips the rest is wide open straight pavement. Before I enter the road a piece of Jap-crap suzuki pulls out just ahead of me. It's an Esteem and it's rollin' on 18inch dubs. Why did he put such big wheels on such a tiny car? Anyways, We both pull onto the same road entrance road (50 feet long) and then onto the south end of the road where the curves begin.
We're both moving fairly quickly along the road, but nothing too serious (40-50) as it's somewhat back out of the way of the city. On the first to last turn I hear 'POP!' and I know it's from his car...half a second passes and his brake lights come on, his rear left tire leaving a half C mark in the road and he's in the right side ditch...almost into a tree. I was pacing him at 30mph right before he left the road.
Unfortunately the has made him a retard he and never notices me pull off of the road to see if he's ok. He continues on past me and I get right back in behind. There was enough force to some how short both of his tail lights and high posted third brake light.
Unfortunately, he's still retarded and doesn't notice me flash him 3 more times to let him know to pull over...I can hear his tire flapping and can only judge by the car whether he's slowing down or speeding up. So this is exactly why he's doing 40-45 down this road:shake:.
He pulls of into the first neighborhood entrance on the right. Comes to the first stop-sign and keeps going till he's at his house. He looks oddly at me when he get's out of his car. I say "Hey man are you ok?" He's quite for a moment and says yes. "All of your tail-lights are gone dude...you hit that ditch pretty hard." He's still quiet, opens the door and puts the keys in, turns the lights on magic! The lights come on...he depresses the brake pedal and they still come on, although somewhat dimmed. "Are they on dude?" "Yes, now they are" I say. "You're pretty lucky, you came a foot from a tree" I can see he thinks this is a stupid so I quickly go into "How big are those rims? 18 or 19 inches?" "18...but thanks man, I appreciate your help...DAMN! I've got a flat!" "Yeah man (I'm thinking NO *****!) it was flapping really loudly the entire way back"
Yeah, I'm really happy that was him and not me in the ditch...his car was small enough to fit, in and out. Mine would have been bridged over the dirt and I probably would have lost a bumper.
The road is two lanes and almost 4 miles long, 3/4 a mile curves and dips the rest is wide open straight pavement. Before I enter the road a piece of Jap-crap suzuki pulls out just ahead of me. It's an Esteem and it's rollin' on 18inch dubs. Why did he put such big wheels on such a tiny car? Anyways, We both pull onto the same road entrance road (50 feet long) and then onto the south end of the road where the curves begin.
We're both moving fairly quickly along the road, but nothing too serious (40-50) as it's somewhat back out of the way of the city. On the first to last turn I hear 'POP!' and I know it's from his car...half a second passes and his brake lights come on, his rear left tire leaving a half C mark in the road and he's in the right side ditch...almost into a tree. I was pacing him at 30mph right before he left the road.
Unfortunately the has made him a retard he and never notices me pull off of the road to see if he's ok. He continues on past me and I get right back in behind. There was enough force to some how short both of his tail lights and high posted third brake light.
Unfortunately, he's still retarded and doesn't notice me flash him 3 more times to let him know to pull over...I can hear his tire flapping and can only judge by the car whether he's slowing down or speeding up. So this is exactly why he's doing 40-45 down this road:shake:.
He pulls of into the first neighborhood entrance on the right. Comes to the first stop-sign and keeps going till he's at his house. He looks oddly at me when he get's out of his car. I say "Hey man are you ok?" He's quite for a moment and says yes. "All of your tail-lights are gone dude...you hit that ditch pretty hard." He's still quiet, opens the door and puts the keys in, turns the lights on magic! The lights come on...he depresses the brake pedal and they still come on, although somewhat dimmed. "Are they on dude?" "Yes, now they are" I say. "You're pretty lucky, you came a foot from a tree" I can see he thinks this is a stupid so I quickly go into "How big are those rims? 18 or 19 inches?" "18...but thanks man, I appreciate your help...DAMN! I've got a flat!" "Yeah man (I'm thinking NO *****!) it was flapping really loudly the entire way back"
Yeah, I'm really happy that was him and not me in the ditch...his car was small enough to fit, in and out. Mine would have been bridged over the dirt and I probably would have lost a bumper.