Before I start, I'd just like to say that I know this really isn't much of a kill, but I though it would be a good story to share.
A couple of days ago I was driving up I-24 heading north outta Nashville, just cruising along minding my own business. I notice in the mirror that this little white probe is doing everything he can to weave in and out of traffic trying to pass people. He finally makes it up right behind me, so I decided to play with him a little. I stayed in the left lane doing about 75-80 and he kept trying to pass me, but I'd just speed up a little and he'd get blocked by traffic and have to pull back in behind me again. Well I did this to him for a couple of minutes and then we finally got to a stretch of the Interstate that was flat and straight and traffic had thinned out quite a bit, so I decide it's time to run. He's sitting right on my a$$ so I just leaned into the gas a little and started speeding up. He stayed with me as best he could, then right as I hit 120, I looked in the rearview just in time to watch his front driver side tire EXPLODE! and the car nose dive and start weaving. I have to give the guy a lot of credit though, because he never lost control of it. Just slowed it down and pulled off to the side of the interstate. I started to feel kinda bad for him, and then I remembered the age old saying "If you can't run with the big dog's, keep your a$$ on the porch."
Anyways, like I said not much of a kill really, but I thought it would be a good story to share.
A couple of days ago I was driving up I-24 heading north outta Nashville, just cruising along minding my own business. I notice in the mirror that this little white probe is doing everything he can to weave in and out of traffic trying to pass people. He finally makes it up right behind me, so I decided to play with him a little. I stayed in the left lane doing about 75-80 and he kept trying to pass me, but I'd just speed up a little and he'd get blocked by traffic and have to pull back in behind me again. Well I did this to him for a couple of minutes and then we finally got to a stretch of the Interstate that was flat and straight and traffic had thinned out quite a bit, so I decide it's time to run. He's sitting right on my a$$ so I just leaned into the gas a little and started speeding up. He stayed with me as best he could, then right as I hit 120, I looked in the rearview just in time to watch his front driver side tire EXPLODE! and the car nose dive and start weaving. I have to give the guy a lot of credit though, because he never lost control of it. Just slowed it down and pulled off to the side of the interstate. I started to feel kinda bad for him, and then I remembered the age old saying "If you can't run with the big dog's, keep your a$$ on the porch."
Anyways, like I said not much of a kill really, but I thought it would be a good story to share.
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