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Last night around 10:00 pm the wife suggests we take the dog and go out for some ice cream. I say ok, where are your keys for the "Santa Fe" and she says lets take the "Z". I'm thinking the dog and Ice cream in the Z I don't know. She says it will be ok I'll keep her on my lap.
So we head to Culvers. I get her a dish of Ice Cream and go next door to gas up. I figure I'll let her and the dog go at it with the car is not moving. So I clean them up and home we go. We are approaching a four way stop sign on a 45 mile per hour boulevard when an S2000 with loud raspy pipes goes buy me on the right, surely to be noticed and hits the brakes hard to make his stop. My wife says, what is that? and she sees me reaching to turn off my TCS. Now he's waitng for me at the stop sign. She says are you gonna kick his ass? I make my stop and we look over at each other and were off. From the line his headlights are at my door. (man that red line comes up fast in first gear, there's no time to be looking around) He falls back into my blind spot but I can hear him there getting rubber in second. When I hit third and looked in the mirror he was way back. As we approached the next stop sign he just stayed back, he was done.
The dog was plastered to my wifes chest through all of this. She says to the dog, that's ok honey daddys just having another day in his mid life crises....Daddy just ended a great day!
Oh, and my fill ups for the last couple of weeks has been "regular".
So we head to Culvers. I get her a dish of Ice Cream and go next door to gas up. I figure I'll let her and the dog go at it with the car is not moving. So I clean them up and home we go. We are approaching a four way stop sign on a 45 mile per hour boulevard when an S2000 with loud raspy pipes goes buy me on the right, surely to be noticed and hits the brakes hard to make his stop. My wife says, what is that? and she sees me reaching to turn off my TCS. Now he's waitng for me at the stop sign. She says are you gonna kick his ass? I make my stop and we look over at each other and were off. From the line his headlights are at my door. (man that red line comes up fast in first gear, there's no time to be looking around) He falls back into my blind spot but I can hear him there getting rubber in second. When I hit third and looked in the mirror he was way back. As we approached the next stop sign he just stayed back, he was done.
The dog was plastered to my wifes chest through all of this. She says to the dog, that's ok honey daddys just having another day in his mid life crises....Daddy just ended a great day!
Oh, and my fill ups for the last couple of weeks has been "regular".
