So there I was!!! (every story has to start with that...) I was driving home from night school two nights ago. I decided to go to this chicks house that I met at the bar. Driving down the road dealing with dumbass rushhour drivers around chicago. This brand new F250 diesel pulls up along side me at a light. I'm cranking some Sepultura and he yells over to me, I look over and he yells "Good music". The guy looked like death incarnate so I knew he was being serious.

So I take off and he beasts off the line and away we go. Then some other guy in a riced-out accord jumps up behind us from a side street. He starts riding the F250's arse...we block him in and start slowing down tongue.gif It was like clockwork, we got down to like 20mph. I looked over my shoulder to see his face in anger. *LOL* Then a cobra joins in...keep in mind this is rush hour and everyone is pissed and in a hurry. The cobra flies down the street and stops at a light and we're behind him.

Anyhow, he pulls off like a dog in heat and then some crazy mental picture pops into my head....a blower intake pops outta my hood, my rear tires beef up and the supercharger whines and I blow past the cobra at 110mph. I laugh hysterically and realize that the Tylenol 4 my doctor gave me for my torn ligaments works great! ;} fin

MiKE

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that's my story and I'm stickin with it.

 

IF you ever figure out a way to do it sign my car up for the mods too

 

oh don't worry...october 2001.