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this morning coming to work, half awake, minding my own business, this silver '00 Impala comes flying behind me and rides my ass. No big deal, let me just move over and be nice; it's too damn early to be annoyed. He goes pass me and all seemed fine.... *wrong*. I move back to the passing lane and he moves over to the cruising lane and insists on pacing just in front of me. WTF.. i mean WTF, make a statement like he's in a rush, i move over to be nice, and he want's something from me???? "maybe not" i thought.. *wrong* again. We ended up lined up at a light and as i'm tuning my radio, i can see in the corner of my eye that he's staring at me like i impregated his daughter. He revs a little, i blew it off.. he moves up the line a little, i blew it off. But somewhere between him moving forward a little and the green light, the turbo gods must have possesed me cause once the light turned green, i decided to fuck with this guy.. and why the hell not, it was only 48 degrees. Here's where it gets funny and annoying for me. I had him good.. i mean whne the light turned green, i'm out like a jackrabbit and he was trying.. like really heard. I.. I was just *bearly* trying here. I mean it's funny that he's trying so hard but then again, it's annoying that i'm wasting my gas on a shumuck like him. As quickly as this started, it ended pretty quick too when i got up to 80 (still in a 45 zone). I slowed down to 55 and moved over to the cruising lane (he was about 5 cars behind me). He moves over to the passin lane and does it again to me, paces right in front of me in the other lane... like i'm going suppose to be *afraid* of him. What a prick. Just had to vent a little. Thanks.
chivas 93TT
Stage II and then some..
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