Last night coming home from a random drive (I do this often,) the road was entirely to myself. I hadn’t passed a car for miles and this stretch is pretty much country anyways, though a 4 lane highway. I was cruising along at my own pace as I often do; I don’t find it necessary to speed excessively so I just go about my business. It wasn’t long before I saw a set of headlight gaining quickly from behind. I knew at the speeds they were traveling that this had to be a group of hotshot punks. Two Honda Civics and an Accord to be exact. The accord’s driver nearly rear-ends me as he screams up to my backside, stopping just inches shy of my bumper, the other two already in the left-hand lane, decide to pull parllel to me and rev their engines and make obscene gestures. Now I am not an easily anger person, but playing pranks like this on the road is just asinine. Disrespect your own car and life, but leave me out of it. Now the driver of the front car decides he’s going to come in, a bit too early I might add, and while he didn’t’ hit me it was a damn close fit. So at this point I am officially wolf-packed. I am followed, lead and blocked in by a group of ricers with nothing (apparently) on their minds. Enraged by this act of needless stupidity I hit the clutch and let the rpms drop, and slowing myself to the 50mph range. The chase and sidecar both came down with me, but the lead car apparently wasn’t paying attention, or was just too impressed with himself to slow. Either way this gave me the break I needed; I placed the **** into the 4th and revved my engine one signaling the car next to me that I was about to go. The warning went unyielded and I jammed the gas pedal to the floor, easily breaking through the hole in their blockade. As I am accelerating and look back, right behind the Accord was the good-old back & white, whom apparently had seen at least a moments worth of what had gone on. The accord stopped but his buddies sped up as if to make chase with myself. Now mind you at this point I had capped my speed at 90 mph (55 zone) merely to break away from the masses of stupidity. About a mile down the road and a little over a mile I come to a stop light but neither of the Civics are to be found. Why do people find it necessary to act like a bunch of sugar fueled jackasses? Especially in junk piles like that?! When was the last time you saw a Porsche owner act like a bitch to grab everyone’s attention? That’s because we don’t’ have to prove anything. Keep racing on the track, and inanity off the roads. And for the love of God if you have to mod it to hit 120, you have no right to call it a racer; no matter how many “type R” stickers you slap on there.


< Message edited by Mr Pilkington -- 10/29/2004 3:36:57 PM >