The Itch
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So I'm minding my business on my way home from having my exhaust welded together, when in my mirror I see a tricked out F250 turbo diesel flying up behind me.:rock: It was a nice truck...
There was black smoke billowing from the beast. He comes up beside me and then puts down the hammer. I just laughed. :bebored: At the next light I move into the lane behind him and he then moves to the left lane to bring me up next to him. I rolled down my window and pointed out he had a few pounds on the 10 (like ~ come on…). :dontknow: He said he had a lightning at home. I said well that would probably take my QC. He smirked
and said he wanted to see what his 250 would do against me - with some kind of tuning…
When the light turned green I let him hit it first because I wasn’t sure if he was serious. When I passed him in less than 2 seconds and then made the asphalt scream going into second he either quit or his truck is really
slow.
His truck puked lots of black smoke and after I let off and slowed to the speed limit he kept going, mosquito smoking down the road…
:aetsch: Sometimes I think we get called out just because people want to see what our truck can do…
There was black smoke billowing from the beast. He comes up beside me and then puts down the hammer. I just laughed. :bebored: At the next light I move into the lane behind him and he then moves to the left lane to bring me up next to him. I rolled down my window and pointed out he had a few pounds on the 10 (like ~ come on…). :dontknow: He said he had a lightning at home. I said well that would probably take my QC. He smirked
His truck puked lots of black smoke and after I let off and slowed to the speed limit he kept going, mosquito smoking down the road…