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Java Junky · 10-27-2006, 06:30 AM

Okay, so I'm atta light n' all I'm tryin' to do is get home. I'm tired, smelly (but the top's down so it's not a problem until I stop at a light) n' all I wanna do is take a shower n' get up close n' personal with my pillow.
'Light changes n' I jus' come off in auto-pilot, no aggressiveness, but not slow. Dweeb on my left is makin' it really obvious that he's gonna either embarrass me r' blow up his ride tryin'.
All I was tryin' to do was go home. Honest. I'd already upshifted n' wasn't even in a good gear for acceleration, but without thinkin' aboudditt, the auto-pilot kicked in, I'd down shifted n' by the time I retook control it was too late. Embarrassment loomed if I backed off. I hadda go for it.
So we stayed side by side for a bit n' then I got into the power end of things. Case closed.
Worse part is, I know it was a Beemer, but so few Beemers interest me anymore that I can't even say what kind'a Beemer it was. (a slow Beemer?)
So I'm bringin' it back down to normal operational speed n' some Firebird goes roarin' by me near a hundred. I guess he'd been stuck in traffic n' wanted to play too. Who knows?
Entirely too much unchained testosterone out there. I seem to have stepped in some myself.
Be well.
Java

10-27-2006, 06:30 AM	#7 (permalink)
Java Junky Resident Curmudgeon Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Joisey Posts: 5,433	Okay, so I'm atta light n' all I'm tryin' to do is get home. I'm tired, smelly (but the top's down so it's not a problem until I stop at a light) n' all I wanna do is take a shower n' get up close n' personal with my pillow. 'Light changes n' I jus' come off in auto-pilot, no aggressiveness, but not slow. Dweeb on my left is makin' it really obvious that he's gonna either embarrass me r' blow up his ride tryin'. All I was tryin' to do was go home. Honest. I'd already upshifted n' wasn't even in a good gear for acceleration, but without thinkin' aboudditt, the auto-pilot kicked in, I'd down shifted n' by the time I retook control it was too late. Embarrassment loomed if I backed off. I hadda go for it. So we stayed side by side for a bit n' then I got into the power end of things. Case closed. Worse part is, I know it was a Beemer, but so few Beemers interest me anymore that I can't even say what kind'a Beemer it was. (a slow Beemer?) So I'm bringin' it back down to normal operational speed n' some Firebird goes roarin' by me near a hundred. I guess he'd been stuck in traffic n' wanted to play too. Who knows? Entirely too much unchained testosterone out there. I seem to have stepped in some myself. Be well. Java __________________ In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.