Last night, coming home on the 99 freeway at my customary 80mph, a G35 sedan comes flying past me.
I'm game.
So, I drop her into 5th to give chase. I'm not out to race him, just run with him. It's nice to have a fellow speedfreak when one is playing in the felony velocity envelope.
So we drove for about 30 or so miles, carving past the sheeple and the idiot truckers at speeds between 100-130 mph...trading leads as one or the other of us found better lines through traffic...never tailgating, and never in each other's blindspot. Big assed-grins all around.
Encountering heavier, slower traffic as we approached Bakersfield, we backed off a bit and saluted each other as he peeled off eastbound on the 58 split.
That's fun stuff.
On the way in this morning on the Grapevine section of the I-5, a guy in a red Lexus SC300 wanted to play, but was bit more aggressive...when I would find a line through traffic, he would come up on my six a bit too close for comfort. I was reluctant to really boogie up there, as the last week and a half the Grapevine has been a virtual CHiPpie convention. About the third time he did it, however, I had enough. I dropped the Tremec into 4th and just rocketed away..not sure how fast I got going but I tripped my overspeed warning, which is set at 125 mph. He was trying, but there was just no fecking way...especially when I ducked between a flatbed hauling steel pipe and an irrigation truck.
Ten minutes had past. On the way downhill into Castaic, I had set my cruise back to my customary 80 and was coasting in the middle lane. The red Lexus comes screaming downhill behind me, in the left lane. Still behind me, he slowed a bit to get a better look at the screaming yellow zonker that just humiliated his Tokyo sled. Suddenly the Valentine squawked out a warning of a strong Ka-band emmitter ahead. I got on the brakes to get the speed to 65, and the Lexus slid past me. As he did, a feeling of goodwill overcame me and I pointed at the black box tucked high on my windshield. He got the message and backed off.
The rest of the drive was uneventful.
This car is bleeding me to death in gas...but it is one of the best cures for the long-commute blues available.
And, it's mine.
I'm game.
So, I drop her into 5th to give chase. I'm not out to race him, just run with him. It's nice to have a fellow speedfreak when one is playing in the felony velocity envelope.
So we drove for about 30 or so miles, carving past the sheeple and the idiot truckers at speeds between 100-130 mph...trading leads as one or the other of us found better lines through traffic...never tailgating, and never in each other's blindspot. Big assed-grins all around.
Encountering heavier, slower traffic as we approached Bakersfield, we backed off a bit and saluted each other as he peeled off eastbound on the 58 split.
That's fun stuff.
On the way in this morning on the Grapevine section of the I-5, a guy in a red Lexus SC300 wanted to play, but was bit more aggressive...when I would find a line through traffic, he would come up on my six a bit too close for comfort. I was reluctant to really boogie up there, as the last week and a half the Grapevine has been a virtual CHiPpie convention. About the third time he did it, however, I had enough. I dropped the Tremec into 4th and just rocketed away..not sure how fast I got going but I tripped my overspeed warning, which is set at 125 mph. He was trying, but there was just no fecking way...especially when I ducked between a flatbed hauling steel pipe and an irrigation truck.
Ten minutes had past. On the way downhill into Castaic, I had set my cruise back to my customary 80 and was coasting in the middle lane. The red Lexus comes screaming downhill behind me, in the left lane. Still behind me, he slowed a bit to get a better look at the screaming yellow zonker that just humiliated his Tokyo sled. Suddenly the Valentine squawked out a warning of a strong Ka-band emmitter ahead. I got on the brakes to get the speed to 65, and the Lexus slid past me. As he did, a feeling of goodwill overcame me and I pointed at the black box tucked high on my windshield. He got the message and backed off.
The rest of the drive was uneventful.
This car is bleeding me to death in gas...but it is one of the best cures for the long-commute blues available.
And, it's mine.
