So I'm comin home late last night, windows up AC on two lane road, mindin my own bussiness, when this car flys up on my bumper. I mean really close, so I can barely see the thing anymore, He pulls out like little E breakin the draft at Daytona and trys to make the pass. So with David Alan Coe urging me on (You wanna race, name the place, and I'll show you where its at %$#$% $%^%^$) I wake up the old Cummins and quickly halt his passing progress and with the front of his vehicle quickly comin back into my mirror I start smilin a little victory smile. Not so fast, this guys not done yet, he goes for his secret weapon... ... little flashing blue lights, they really slow the old Cummins down. Like Kryptonite. Anyway I got that queasy I think I'm gonna be sick feelin in my stomach (and I ain't had no beer yet), and this guys shoots on by and disappears into the night.
Yee HAA.
The rest of my ride was very uneventful
Yee HAA.
The rest of my ride was very uneventful
