Like I say - bling don't make it sing.
We're stopped at the railroad tracks on the service road for what's going to be the Dallas North Tollway near Frisco. I'm in the right lane, this blinged out Chrysler 300 is next to me - 20 inch wheels (I know this because he deemed it important to put a chrome "22" near his wheel well - I guess for when he goes to change his tires he'll remember the size - light bright...). Anyway, a guy in a newer Camaro is right behind him and he yells: "hey let's see what that tune will do!" (Allen's sticker is on back window). So the train passes and me and the guy in the Chrysler both nail it at the same time. I got the jump on him, so his nose is at my door. Cool thing is it STAYED at my door. He wasn't gaining crap on me. We come up to a red light and he pulls alongside and I just winked at him. So he starts goosing it like he wants to go again, which I was more than happy to oblige him. Light turns green and the piss bag tore into a left turn - no doubt in a mad rush to go find his missing balls...
The guy in the camaro comes up alongside, gives me a thumbs up, yells 'way to go' and dusts me. But hey, it was a blast just knowing that guy in the 300 spent the next few hours wondering how the hell his blinged out p.o.s. Chrysler couldn't pass that damned pickup...
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