There is this spot on my ride to work where 3 lanes merge into 2 after a traffic light. I don't do this in my cage, but I usually do it on the bike, as I'm much quicker. Anyway, light turns green and I'm still moving, so I get up to about 70 (55mph zone). Here comes this white mustang flying by. Some punk kid.
Luck would have it. We get stopped at the next light. I'm sitting there and I see this kid lurching at the light. Cool, this will be interesting.
Well, light turns green and I hear him chirping his tires (doesn't he know that loses precious time).
Needless to say, the kid did keep up to about my back wheel thru first and into my power band in 2nd, but once I hit 3rd, SEE YA - PUNK! :twisted: :twisted: It was ugly after that.
Probably good he didn't have the Cobra, but he should surely know better. At least he does by now.
BTW: My wife says I still act like I'm 18. :roll: I can't help it. Sometimes it just needs to be done.
WOO HOO.
GS - 1
Mustang - 0
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