So I'm driving to work this AM and merging onto the freeway. Some greasy little punk in a red SVT wouldn't move over to let me into the lane. So I went around him, got in the left lane, got my back bumper about 20 feet in front of his truck and nailed it. I could see a healthy cloud out my mirror. He had a car in front of him so he couldn't go anywhere. I hope that Ford stinks like diesel smoke until the new year. OK, back to the Christmas spirit.

 

I managed to "beat" a bombed Duramax the other day.


We "dragraced" down the on-ramp getting onto the freeway. I guess he was feeling sorry for me after he got about 100 feet ahead, because he didn't notice that he was trying to merge with the side of a semi trailer until he was slamming on his brakes on the shoulder.

I swung around the semi and waved on the way by. I guess he didn't want to go fast enough to catch me on his 50 inch tires; I didn't see him again.

Yep, that's how 130 RWHP can go faster than 400 RWHP on occasion...