slow and furious: SUV drift.
Yesterday morning, on my way to a job pretty well downtown Chicago, I sat on the stevenson for FORTY FIVE MINUTES TRYING TO TRAVEL SEVEN MILES. My Sweet Lord, talk about fucktard friday. I got to the job, eventually, but by that time I was in hate with all my fellow travellors on planet Earth.
When I finished the job (Ten minute’s work, really) I left and got back onto the Stevie at Pulaski. Or at least, I tried. I gotr behind some idiot who felt it would be a screaming laugh riot to just SIT AT THE STOPLIGHT FOR TWO CHANGES OF THE LIGHT.
Anyway, I tend to buy stiff sidewall narrow tires that have a high weight rating, but i had forgotten the new Sploder still has Yokohamas. The second time the light turned green I nudged out around him and tapped the gas, and the Sploder got tail happy, and I drifted that fucker about 30 yards down the ramp!! I’m sure I was just as startled as all the people around me, but I backed off a second, tracked it down and hit the road for parts unknown lest a Chicago cop decide to find and fuck with me.
Hard to get an AWD vehicle to swing around like that, but it was wet and greasy, and it just broke loose like it was made to do it.
Now I’mna have to find some empty lots to play in, at least until I get some proper truck tires on this beast.
Better a fish-tail under power than one under braking!
At least you did not side swipe the ass wipe. The new one probably has a little more punch that the old one.
I have an uncle who is the most mild mannered person I know. A few years back he drove his old Dodge Snow Commander to work because his car was in the shop.
At a stop light some kids pulled in front of his truck and blocked him from crossing the road. Unfortunately, they picked the day he had found out his job of 27 years was gone along with his pension.
He pushed them across 4 lanes and into the ditch on the other side. It wasn’t until he had to out the plow back on that he took the pieces sheet metal left on the plow brackets off.
Roger
One thing I don’t miss about living up north. Don’t have to deal with the retards on the expressways of mordor.
My favorite was buzzing along at about 70mph and looking over at the guy in the next lane who has a newspaper spread out over the steering wheel reading while weaving down the road. Unfortunatly, this wasn’t a one time occurence. Have a good weekend Og.
Sorry I’ve been gone so long, my mommy just let me out of the closet again.
Pity you’re such a coward, coward, because if you had the balls to come out from under your mommy’s computer desk, you might learn something.
I think it would be better if you retained the coward’s spam so we could see his pusillanimous effluent and laugh at it.
Oh well–it’s not my blog.