YDRSBTR
02-18-2002, 01:09 PM
On Friday night, on the way home from dropping my wife and dog off at obedience school (for the dog, not the wife - though she could probably use a little training, too), a white 2G Probe GT came up to the corner of my car. Feeling frisky, I blipped the throttle enough to make 'er groan, and walked away.
I was alone in the car; no kid, no wife. Race time!
So after trying a couple of times to get the kids to jump, I gave up and decided to turn off for home. As soon as I stopped at the next light, they pulled up and all three of the guys in the car were checking my car out. "OK," I thought,"maybe I'm not going home just yet."
Shut my turn signal off, and waited for the light to turn. Made the SC whine for them a couple times to make sure they knew I wanted some.
When the light turned, I rolled out slowly, to avoid burning out. They did the same, and by the time I hit the speed limit, they were about a car length back, neither of us trying. "Come on," I muttered under my breath.
About 45 miles an hour, I put the gear selector in 2nd and roared at them; when the exhaust is loud enough to make the interior trim panels vibrate, you kind of figure that you've got the other guy's attention, you know?
Still nothing.
So, feeling kind of rejected, and regretting the fact that I was wasting my gas, I got into the turn lane to go home. They pull up to me, and again, they're just staring at the car. And then the unthinkable...
The driver starts revving at me! The passengers are starting to bounce up and down in their seats, obviously anxious for a race that I can't participate in! A little pissed, I engaged the e-brake and began a slow burnout in the turn lane, pissing away thousands of miles on my Z-rated balonies. When the car started to inch forward, with the rears still locked up, I stopped and made my turn.
So. Anyone here? The Probe had out-of-state plates, but I can't recall now just what state they were from.
I was alone in the car; no kid, no wife. Race time!
So after trying a couple of times to get the kids to jump, I gave up and decided to turn off for home. As soon as I stopped at the next light, they pulled up and all three of the guys in the car were checking my car out. "OK," I thought,"maybe I'm not going home just yet."
Shut my turn signal off, and waited for the light to turn. Made the SC whine for them a couple times to make sure they knew I wanted some.
When the light turned, I rolled out slowly, to avoid burning out. They did the same, and by the time I hit the speed limit, they were about a car length back, neither of us trying. "Come on," I muttered under my breath.
About 45 miles an hour, I put the gear selector in 2nd and roared at them; when the exhaust is loud enough to make the interior trim panels vibrate, you kind of figure that you've got the other guy's attention, you know?
Still nothing.
So, feeling kind of rejected, and regretting the fact that I was wasting my gas, I got into the turn lane to go home. They pull up to me, and again, they're just staring at the car. And then the unthinkable...
The driver starts revving at me! The passengers are starting to bounce up and down in their seats, obviously anxious for a race that I can't participate in! A little pissed, I engaged the e-brake and began a slow burnout in the turn lane, pissing away thousands of miles on my Z-rated balonies. When the car started to inch forward, with the rears still locked up, I stopped and made my turn.
So. Anyone here? The Probe had out-of-state plates, but I can't recall now just what state they were from.