After getting my new wheels and tires under my Cobra, I decided to slip on into San Antonio to go to the mall and, maybe, take in a movie. After cruzing North Star Mall for a while, I dediced to for-go the movie, and head home. I hit the eternally "UNDER CONSTRUCTION" 410 - IH-10 interchange, and pointed my Snake westward.
I was just cruz'n along in the center lane when I see this black...thing...flying up in the right-hand lane. When he got up next to me, I realized that it was a Honda, and since those coffee table spoilers make those things fast, :rollseyes the guy decided to take a shot.
Now, I'm used to these Ricer morons being fairly arrogant, but this guy was....well, I don't even have the words. He actually rolled down his window, pointed at my Snake and laughed. I can't say that I really wanted to get on it in San Antonio, on IH-10, with brand new rubber under me. That being said, I did....
As soon as he was done with his little show, he down-shifted, and punched it. I was still kind of flabergasted at his arrogance, and he got about a car length on me. When I snapped-to, I went down to third and got ugly. When I shifted into forth, I looked into the mirror, and he was about five to seven (5 to 7) lengths back. I shut it down, and went on into fifth and continued on my way home.
Not ten (10) seconds after I went on back into fifth, there he was, again! He down shifted, and dediced to try, AGAIN! I didn't give him the chance to get the jump, this time. I went back into third, and stood on it. THAT'S when I got worried!
I heard this enormous BANG! I immediately shut it down, and started checking gages. Nothing wrong. I started looking for Ricer-boy, and he wasnot there, anymore. I looked in my mirror, and there he was... Diving across traffic trying to get to the side of the road. His windshield was covered with oil and smoke was billowing out of the hood.
I jumped off the exit, and went back to see what the damage was. By the time I got back, his car was pretty crispy. There were flames about six (6) feet above his hood. He got out alright, and I felt kinda bad for the guy... Until the S-O-B picked up a rock, and chunked it at my car! I just rolled down my window, and laughed at the dumb faucker as I rolled on by.
I got my first Kill in the Cobra in a BIG way. Hopefully he wont take his insurance money and buy a Cobra. I'd feel bad if he blew-up one of those...
HIgh-G
I was just cruz'n along in the center lane when I see this black...thing...flying up in the right-hand lane. When he got up next to me, I realized that it was a Honda, and since those coffee table spoilers make those things fast, :rollseyes the guy decided to take a shot.
Now, I'm used to these Ricer morons being fairly arrogant, but this guy was....well, I don't even have the words. He actually rolled down his window, pointed at my Snake and laughed. I can't say that I really wanted to get on it in San Antonio, on IH-10, with brand new rubber under me. That being said, I did....
As soon as he was done with his little show, he down-shifted, and punched it. I was still kind of flabergasted at his arrogance, and he got about a car length on me. When I snapped-to, I went down to third and got ugly. When I shifted into forth, I looked into the mirror, and he was about five to seven (5 to 7) lengths back. I shut it down, and went on into fifth and continued on my way home.
Not ten (10) seconds after I went on back into fifth, there he was, again! He down shifted, and dediced to try, AGAIN! I didn't give him the chance to get the jump, this time. I went back into third, and stood on it. THAT'S when I got worried!
I heard this enormous BANG! I immediately shut it down, and started checking gages. Nothing wrong. I started looking for Ricer-boy, and he wasnot there, anymore. I looked in my mirror, and there he was... Diving across traffic trying to get to the side of the road. His windshield was covered with oil and smoke was billowing out of the hood.
I jumped off the exit, and went back to see what the damage was. By the time I got back, his car was pretty crispy. There were flames about six (6) feet above his hood. He got out alright, and I felt kinda bad for the guy... Until the S-O-B picked up a rock, and chunked it at my car! I just rolled down my window, and laughed at the dumb faucker as I rolled on by.
I got my first Kill in the Cobra in a BIG way. Hopefully he wont take his insurance money and buy a Cobra. I'd feel bad if he blew-up one of those...
HIgh-G
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