I was on my way home from dropping off my girlfriend (SVTHottie102), driving down Cicero Avenue. I was just minding my own business listening to "Love Line" and this Dodge Intrepid pulls out in front of me. 2 other empty lanes and this guy chose mine! He got pretty close to me, so I changed lanes and just went around him. As soon as he got to about my rear tire I heard his engine begging for mercy as he slowly pulls past me (I'm still just minding my own business). We pull up to the next light, he honks and signals for me to roll down my window. I oblige and he proceeds to tell me that "I don't want any of this thing, it has a V-8 and it will kill my little Contour". So I'm like ok...let's do it. He then tells me "let's put 100 bucks on it...” I decline the money and tell him we'll go anyway. Light turns green, we take off about the same time but I spin pretty badly (was raining earlier) but he still gets his ass beat by a couple car lengths. Next light...Intrepid owner isn't talking anymore shit, and stays behind me until my turn off.
1) I should have taken his 100 bucks
2) Since when do Intrepids have V-8's? I could have swore they were 2.7 Liters V-6's for the SE, and 3.5 Liter V-6's for the ES. (not sure which one it was, but defiantly wasn't an R/T)
3) It's gotta suck talking smack and then getting your ass kicked by a "little Contour".
I hope this makes sense..I'm really tired. LOL
1) I should have taken his 100 bucks
2) Since when do Intrepids have V-8's? I could have swore they were 2.7 Liters V-6's for the SE, and 3.5 Liter V-6's for the ES. (not sure which one it was, but defiantly wasn't an R/T)
3) It's gotta suck talking smack and then getting your ass kicked by a "little Contour".
I hope this makes sense..I'm really tired. LOL