But today I just can't help it. I'm coming home from work and the low fuel light comes on. I swing in to the Valero and fill her up. As I'm pulling out, a silver Cummins pulls out behind me. In the rear view I can see a 3 people in the truck, pointing at mine (I'm guessing the stickers). They pull up beside me looking straight forward, not even glancing over, giggling. I know something is up so when the light turns green I just keep slightly ahead of them until they can't stand it anymore and floor it, somewhere around 30... I slowed up at around 70 and was well ahead. We keep on going and they keep cutting me off and not letting me around them. I get into a safer area and pull up next to them, goosing it. They don't do anything until a car is in front of me blocking. I get around them and pull up next to the Cummins, giving them the "Let's go..." You know what I get back? The damned middle finger from a 30 year old pansy. A teenage girl in the back seat is laughing at him, and a guy in his early 20s is in the passenger seat telling her to shut up. I couldn't help myself... I took off and didn't shut down til the speedo was pegged at 120. I can't stand people who pick races, act a fool, then get butt hurt.
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Originally Posted by LamboDoNoMo
