djbobbyzee
06-05-2005, 11:11 PM
:doubt:
It was early Saturday afternoon. About 11:45 AM. I just finished a great session surfing in the semi warm NC June waves. I was stoked but hungry, so I popped in the Taco Bell on the way home & did something I normally don't do. Picked up a grilled stuffed chicken burrito & ate on the drive home. Eating in the Cobra? Unheard of, but I was starvin' like marvin & had to get home to do some work on the house.
As I'm driving, burrito in the left hand, pinky & ring finger steering, and shifting w/ my left... some dope in a Del Sol with dual fart cannons, carbon fiber hood, & neon orange spraypaint job pulls next to me & starts gunnin' his engine. C'mon man, I'm tryin to eat my lunch I think. No time to race, I might drop some refried bean on the carpet. None the less, rice boy proceeds to try and egg me on. We're doin' about 45 with light traffice. I've got half a burrito in my left hand... he can SEE that I'm trying to eat & I'm not interested... so he keeps revvin. I decide... F- it. I down shift to 3rd & drop the hammer. As I'm reaching down to shift I hear his AUTOMATIC Honda start to whine... I pull away quite quickly. In my rear view I see his friend making fun of him from the passenger seat & he pulls off the road.
I go back to my leasurly drive home. 3/4 done with my burrito & heart burn already starting. Dope in beemer pulls out from the local golf course & cuts me off. Do ALL golfers drive these things? Do they get discounts on the car? I weave over into the left lane to avoid the ars, & express to him that he's #1 in my book with a famed finger jesture. Again from 50 mph the dude wants to run with the Cobra. What IS it today??? Another 3rd gear dump & I leave the golfing twit behind. I fly up to the next changing light, & lay onto the breaks. He runs it. How did I guess he would? At this time, I've given up on the burrito & tossed it back into the bag.
A local Ice Cream Man pulls up next to me at the light & jestures for me to pull off to the side of the road ahead. Man, I wish it was THIS easy to get the ice cream man to come to me when I was a kid! Ice cream dude hops out of the truck & starts admiring the cobra. He says "man, I own a GT, but I've NEVER seen a car smoke two a-holes like THIS one!" I said "you saw that huh?" He goes, "yeah I watched it all from about a half mile back. Didn't think I'd get to catch up to you to give you the thumbs up but this ice cream truck was weavin thru traffic."
I smiled & said, "yeah, all I wanted to do was eat my burrito in peace... rice turds & yuppies wrecked that." The man was so kind, he gave me a FREE chocolate eclair bar. He goes, "My man, after that run... you deserve it." Needless to say, I ate my ice cream BEFORE starting the Cobra back up. Gave the Ice cream Man a few moments to look it over.
Moral of story: don't eat and drive... you never know who'll mess up yer meal.
It was early Saturday afternoon. About 11:45 AM. I just finished a great session surfing in the semi warm NC June waves. I was stoked but hungry, so I popped in the Taco Bell on the way home & did something I normally don't do. Picked up a grilled stuffed chicken burrito & ate on the drive home. Eating in the Cobra? Unheard of, but I was starvin' like marvin & had to get home to do some work on the house.
As I'm driving, burrito in the left hand, pinky & ring finger steering, and shifting w/ my left... some dope in a Del Sol with dual fart cannons, carbon fiber hood, & neon orange spraypaint job pulls next to me & starts gunnin' his engine. C'mon man, I'm tryin to eat my lunch I think. No time to race, I might drop some refried bean on the carpet. None the less, rice boy proceeds to try and egg me on. We're doin' about 45 with light traffice. I've got half a burrito in my left hand... he can SEE that I'm trying to eat & I'm not interested... so he keeps revvin. I decide... F- it. I down shift to 3rd & drop the hammer. As I'm reaching down to shift I hear his AUTOMATIC Honda start to whine... I pull away quite quickly. In my rear view I see his friend making fun of him from the passenger seat & he pulls off the road.
I go back to my leasurly drive home. 3/4 done with my burrito & heart burn already starting. Dope in beemer pulls out from the local golf course & cuts me off. Do ALL golfers drive these things? Do they get discounts on the car? I weave over into the left lane to avoid the ars, & express to him that he's #1 in my book with a famed finger jesture. Again from 50 mph the dude wants to run with the Cobra. What IS it today??? Another 3rd gear dump & I leave the golfing twit behind. I fly up to the next changing light, & lay onto the breaks. He runs it. How did I guess he would? At this time, I've given up on the burrito & tossed it back into the bag.
A local Ice Cream Man pulls up next to me at the light & jestures for me to pull off to the side of the road ahead. Man, I wish it was THIS easy to get the ice cream man to come to me when I was a kid! Ice cream dude hops out of the truck & starts admiring the cobra. He says "man, I own a GT, but I've NEVER seen a car smoke two a-holes like THIS one!" I said "you saw that huh?" He goes, "yeah I watched it all from about a half mile back. Didn't think I'd get to catch up to you to give you the thumbs up but this ice cream truck was weavin thru traffic."
I smiled & said, "yeah, all I wanted to do was eat my burrito in peace... rice turds & yuppies wrecked that." The man was so kind, he gave me a FREE chocolate eclair bar. He goes, "My man, after that run... you deserve it." Needless to say, I ate my ice cream BEFORE starting the Cobra back up. Gave the Ice cream Man a few moments to look it over.
Moral of story: don't eat and drive... you never know who'll mess up yer meal.