Smokin' Hippies...
... and no, I don't mean that in the "gettin' high" kind of way. I was downtown here in Prescott the other day, and there was a protest going on... I had what you guys would call some "bad influence" (aka, 3 friends) with me and sure enough, there were about 75 "protesters" on the sidewalk wasting valueable police resources, cause there were about 15 police "protecting" them. Anyway, the friends are all telling me it'd be a good idea to smoke 'em out and I have to say that I agreed, but figured that was a heck of a way to get a ticket too, so decided against it, UNTIL this one dumb-broad stepped off the curb in front of the car in front of me... nothing gets the blood boiling like stupidity near by, cause there's a chance it will rub off, and I don't like that sort of thing, soooooo, the Comp came alive to 5x5. Car in front stopped, I stopped, then the hemp-freak moved back out of the way, so we continued... we were only going about 5 MPH, so I decided I'd touch the brakes (ok, they were almost to the floor) and the soot-pedal at the same time. Well, 5000 ft elevation, DD3's, Comp on 5x5, and stock HY-35/9 turbo makes for one heck of a smoke show, and sure enough, the freak got out of the way, but others did not...




So, after doing it once, we needed to go around the block to park, but there weren't any parking spots, and after taking 3 rights, well, that puts you back on the same corner as before, but going at a different direction then before. Lite was red, and I was the third car back... I had the windows down, and as the light went green I was going to turn right again, and I heard a male-hippie-freak say "Hey, that's the truck that blew all that bad smoke last time!" As I heard him say this, well, I looked over, smiled, and put both pedals to the floor again... LMAO... Totally smoked those two guys, and then we had the corner, where the same freak lady was standing not 18" from my mirror, which translates into 18" from my tailpipe, which was blowing the black-cloud like it was it's job (which it is, right?) LOL... white dress and black soot don't mix well, and she was toast!!! As I pulled up to the next stoplight, there were about 10 veterans there with US flags and one guy with an 82nd Airborne Flag... well, the guy with the airborne flag came to attention and saluted me!!!

I waved, and he came close enough for me to tell him "Thank you for protecting me and my country" to which he quietly said "you're welcome. " Ah, but that's not the end of the story... we ate dinner, and came back out and sure enough they were all still there... can't miss out on this opportunity I thought, so around we went again. Same setup as the 2nd time, as in coming around the corner, but this time I was first at the red lite, so I just sat there "building boost" till the light went... they were all a fair distance away when I went around the corner, but the wind drift still got 'em good.

THE BEST PART OF THE NIGHT, was after the tires quit spinning around the corner, I glanced to the right, and there was a COP giving me a big thumbs-up with a smile to back it up. I waved and figured that I would be done for the night...
So, there's my smokin' hippies story... sorry for being so long-winded, but I like to tell a story right!
Josh