In the span of a couple weeks:
1: I was driving home one night with my empty 6K trailer and some cheesehead from WI passed me with about 1/2 a mile clear in front of us. Did he keep going and pass the slowpokes (2) in front of me? Of course not. He slammed on the brakes and pulled in 15ft. in front of me. SO I decided to ride his arse for a while. He must not have like my headlights lighting up his cabin 'cause he started tapping the brakes and swerving over ther yellow line. Then he slowed down, so did I. I let him get a little bit ahead of me and then I took a run at him. He never saw it coming. I blew right past him in a swerve lane, HIGHLY illegal but fun as hell. Man was he ticked. He passed me going up a short hill with no regard for who WAS INDEED coming over the hill. This time he passed the slowpokes in front too. I guess some folks don't like being shown up by a stinky old cattle truck (er).
2: I was on my way to the stockyards, this time loaded-the trailer not me. 14 head of roughly 1400lb. steers makes for about 25-26,000 lb of trailer. The steers owner was riding along. Some "horse person" in a Furd dually decided he didn't want to wait for me. I don't know if I could have stopped if I had wanted to, but I didn't try very hard. Instead of causing them poor steers to tumble to the floor and probably break a few hundred dollars worth of trailer, I decided to keep going. I hit the brakes at first, but I wasn't sure I could stop, so to the floor she went. I was probably doing about 40mph or so when I went around. I took to the shoulder and passed that poor sucker. He didn't know I was no more than 3-4 inches from his truck until I laid on the horn. I've never seen a Ford jump like that. Scared the beejeebers outta that guy. I just barely missed his fenders. It was a narrow shoulder so I had to hang it tight to him. He ended up staying behind me for about 10 miles or so, well behind me. We came up to a stoplight side by side, sorta. He didn't want to be cab-cab with me for whatever reason so he just hung back until the light changed and then took off.
3: Some prick in a straight dump truck was the fourth guy to pull out in front of me in less than 20 mins. 1 of the other three actually pulled out in front of the car in front of me, I had plenty of time but not the guy in front. The other 2 were almost all out stomp-on-the-brakes-and-hope-for-the-best. I had to slow down for a stoplight, but not stop. The cars in front of me obviously were able to take off faster, therefore creating an opening for this jerk, kinda. I pulled over into the turn lane and once again floored it. I was in third gear (6spd) when I hit it. He musta been loaded too 'cause it didn't take much to get around him. I *maybe* pulled back into the proper lane sooner than I should have. I didn't know dump trucks were afraid of farmers. Dink almost hit the median curb. No, I wouldn't have hit him, just maybe splatter that nice chrome bumper with some stuff from my trailer.
There were more instances within that same 2 week span, but these are then ones that really stick out.
What does any of this have to do with anything? If not for my Juice, I know I would have never done any of that crap. Never set higher than 2/3. I'd hate to see what kind of trouble I'd get myself into if I had a clutch to handle 3/x or higher.
I'm cetainly not bragging. Think of this as more of a confession. OK, story #1 is bragging. That was just awesome.
Anybody else got anything they want to get off their chest???
1: I was driving home one night with my empty 6K trailer and some cheesehead from WI passed me with about 1/2 a mile clear in front of us. Did he keep going and pass the slowpokes (2) in front of me? Of course not. He slammed on the brakes and pulled in 15ft. in front of me. SO I decided to ride his arse for a while. He must not have like my headlights lighting up his cabin 'cause he started tapping the brakes and swerving over ther yellow line. Then he slowed down, so did I. I let him get a little bit ahead of me and then I took a run at him. He never saw it coming. I blew right past him in a swerve lane, HIGHLY illegal but fun as hell. Man was he ticked. He passed me going up a short hill with no regard for who WAS INDEED coming over the hill. This time he passed the slowpokes in front too. I guess some folks don't like being shown up by a stinky old cattle truck (er).
2: I was on my way to the stockyards, this time loaded-the trailer not me. 14 head of roughly 1400lb. steers makes for about 25-26,000 lb of trailer. The steers owner was riding along. Some "horse person" in a Furd dually decided he didn't want to wait for me. I don't know if I could have stopped if I had wanted to, but I didn't try very hard. Instead of causing them poor steers to tumble to the floor and probably break a few hundred dollars worth of trailer, I decided to keep going. I hit the brakes at first, but I wasn't sure I could stop, so to the floor she went. I was probably doing about 40mph or so when I went around. I took to the shoulder and passed that poor sucker. He didn't know I was no more than 3-4 inches from his truck until I laid on the horn. I've never seen a Ford jump like that. Scared the beejeebers outta that guy. I just barely missed his fenders. It was a narrow shoulder so I had to hang it tight to him. He ended up staying behind me for about 10 miles or so, well behind me. We came up to a stoplight side by side, sorta. He didn't want to be cab-cab with me for whatever reason so he just hung back until the light changed and then took off.
3: Some prick in a straight dump truck was the fourth guy to pull out in front of me in less than 20 mins. 1 of the other three actually pulled out in front of the car in front of me, I had plenty of time but not the guy in front. The other 2 were almost all out stomp-on-the-brakes-and-hope-for-the-best. I had to slow down for a stoplight, but not stop. The cars in front of me obviously were able to take off faster, therefore creating an opening for this jerk, kinda. I pulled over into the turn lane and once again floored it. I was in third gear (6spd) when I hit it. He musta been loaded too 'cause it didn't take much to get around him. I *maybe* pulled back into the proper lane sooner than I should have. I didn't know dump trucks were afraid of farmers. Dink almost hit the median curb. No, I wouldn't have hit him, just maybe splatter that nice chrome bumper with some stuff from my trailer.
There were more instances within that same 2 week span, but these are then ones that really stick out.
What does any of this have to do with anything? If not for my Juice, I know I would have never done any of that crap. Never set higher than 2/3. I'd hate to see what kind of trouble I'd get myself into if I had a clutch to handle 3/x or higher.
I'm cetainly not bragging. Think of this as more of a confession. OK, story #1 is bragging. That was just awesome.
Anybody else got anything they want to get off their chest???