Driving down I-5 near Federal Way(for those that know or care). I see a black Vette up ahead...I slowly cut a few lanes over and creep up thinking it will be the same old blue haired cruiser-mobile...
NOPE. Brand new Z06...paper plates and all. Driver was old enough for it to be his, but young enough to get it on...so I start looking like Han Solo trying to get away from the Death Star's tractor beam, flipping switches, pulling levers, screamin' at Chewie. When I am all set, I down shift and give it a little boost for effect...
He doesn't even look over, just slows down. I wait a few seconds hoping he is just getting hit sh*t square...but nothin'. I sigh and roll away at a half-shaft snapping 65MPH.
Next day my TOB goes tits. I miss my Jeep.
Now, if at the end of this "story" you feel a little let down...just imagine how I felt. This scenario NEVER happens and I will probably won't see one again. :nonono:
NOPE. Brand new Z06...paper plates and all. Driver was old enough for it to be his, but young enough to get it on...so I start looking like Han Solo trying to get away from the Death Star's tractor beam, flipping switches, pulling levers, screamin' at Chewie. When I am all set, I down shift and give it a little boost for effect...
He doesn't even look over, just slows down. I wait a few seconds hoping he is just getting hit sh*t square...but nothin'. I sigh and roll away at a half-shaft snapping 65MPH.
Next day my TOB goes tits. I miss my Jeep.
Now, if at the end of this "story" you feel a little let down...just imagine how I felt. This scenario NEVER happens and I will probably won't see one again. :nonono:
