Not really a kill story since the game was so small, but I was annoyed.
OK...there I was last night minding my own business w/ the cruise at 80 mph on the 5 freeway northbound, about 4 miles or so before the 5-99 split. A kid in a black SRT-4 *#$**#$**#$**#$*
Neon scoots up on my right side, slows, darts forward, slows again.
Obviously, he wants to play.
I wasn't really into it. My new tires are going on tomorrow, and I don't like the way the old right rear rubber looks.
But there he is, jumping back and forth like a spastic colon.
WTF, I think. A lesson should be taught.
I turn reach up to the V1's volume up to full and drop it into 5th. I wait until the Neon was even with me, turn to look at the guy in the SRT, shrug, and slap it into 4th while simultaneously punching the go-pedal.
I pull a car length ahead...but those little Dodges are pretty fecking quick. He's sorta staying with me...something I didn't expect. winding up, I pop into 5th. The Holden is definitely strolling away. The Overspeed Chime pings on, telling me I've crossed over 125 mph. Traffic is ahead, but there's a hole that can be threaded. Sixth. Where the hell is he?
Glancing between the mirrors, he was about three lengths back, shifting from the left lane to the center- behind me- and back again. Playing in my blind spot. Feck it- he's behind and not likely to close distance...so I thread the needle at what later DGPS logging would finally show was 134 mph.
Figuring I had showed him what Aussie Metal can do, I back off. Predictably, he shoots ahead, gets hard on the brakes, and pulls alongside, smiling. This was at about 110.
By now, I just wanted him to go away....so I drop back into 5th and floor it, repeating the spanking...and back off as he starts to engage in the same dumbassery, fecking around where I can't see him, as before.
it was then I deciced that this was stupid. I have tires at the end of their life and a n00bie pinhead who seems to enjoy playing hide-n-go seek at airliner landing speed. Enough.
I like running fast with another car on the freeway. It's fun....like with that G35 the other night. But, dammit- there are rules. When going in the felony speeds, stay the hell out of the other guy's blind spot. Bad things happen in a right hurry, what with you overtaking traffic at twice their speed and stuff.
So...Little Boy Neon pulls alongside again while I wa still at ~100, grinning and doing the spastic colon thing again. He points ahead...and I shake my head in the negative. He keeps looking at me. I point at him, pantomime driving with the "air steering wheel", and sign the thumbs-down. "You drive like sh1t." He flashes me a dirty look and spazzes off.
Some people just gotta learn the rules of driving like a crazy person.
Oh...and those little SRT-4s are pretty fast.