A few weeks ago on my way to Panama city to meet up with Roz and Eddie I encountered a new GTO. I don't know his mods but I could at least hear the exhaust work. We had been driving next to each other for a while with nothing happening. I was trying to find the restaurant and wasn't paying much attention. We catch a light. Light goes green and we both start off slowly, then it is on. I start pulling ahead and held that up to about 75-80. From there he just shot off on me. We called it off and I caught back up with him. I gave him a thumbs up and went on my way.
A week ago Friday I was out in the Suburban getting an insurance estimate from where some lady ran into the back of it.
When my wife, who is in my truck calls me.
Wife "Don't be mad, but I had to race your truck."
Me "What do you mean you had to?"
W "There was the POS Cobra that thought he was bad ass. So I had to."
M "Tell me what happened"
Here is the story:
She leaves the base and gets out on the road. My wife was in front and the Cobra was working his way to the front of the pack of cars to try and race. Well they catch a light. My wife is like, oh yea, it's on. Right before the light turns green, in typical girl fashion, she starts changing the XM station. Lights turns green while she is looking down. She gets on it just enough to keep the wheels from spinning and starts to catch up. Passes and keeps going. The cobra tries to do a ricer fly by and my wife say F that. She floors it and stays in front. I won't comment on their speed, just that it was very high. Don't really know as my wife was not looking at the gauges. Well they catch another light. This time my wife is paying more attention. They sit at the light and the guy won't even look over. My wife says that is because he just got beat by a bitch and was embarrassed. Light goes green and my wife takes off. The cobra just sits there. My wife says that is because he didn't wont to get beat by a bitch twice. So that makes the cobra kills for my truck at 3 now.
The above stories are fictional.
A week ago Friday I was out in the Suburban getting an insurance estimate from where some lady ran into the back of it.
When my wife, who is in my truck calls me.Wife "Don't be mad, but I had to race your truck."
Me "What do you mean you had to?"
W "There was the POS Cobra that thought he was bad ass. So I had to."
M "Tell me what happened"
Here is the story:
She leaves the base and gets out on the road. My wife was in front and the Cobra was working his way to the front of the pack of cars to try and race. Well they catch a light. My wife is like, oh yea, it's on. Right before the light turns green, in typical girl fashion, she starts changing the XM station. Lights turns green while she is looking down. She gets on it just enough to keep the wheels from spinning and starts to catch up. Passes and keeps going. The cobra tries to do a ricer fly by and my wife say F that. She floors it and stays in front. I won't comment on their speed, just that it was very high. Don't really know as my wife was not looking at the gauges. Well they catch another light. This time my wife is paying more attention. They sit at the light and the guy won't even look over. My wife says that is because he just got beat by a bitch and was embarrassed. Light goes green and my wife takes off. The cobra just sits there. My wife says that is because he didn't wont to get beat by a bitch twice. So that makes the cobra kills for my truck at 3 now.
The above stories are fictional.
