I drive a 1997 Honda Accord, 6 cylinders of raw torque and muscle hidden under a beautiful facade of silver-ish paint and some kind of comfortably practical interior. Don't be fooled by the spider-like crack running vertically horizontal across the windshield or the one missing hub cap (missing in action that is and i like to think of it as a "portable" Rim ... not a hub cap) because when you get right down to it, you just don't mess with the Silver Bullet as i like to call her because i once heard a man say that if you mess with the bull you get the horns.
Well a man today, as we were driving out of Albertsons, apparently wanted the whole bull because he got pee-issed!! I guess 200 feet is now the legal limit as to what you can pull out onto a street before it creates a raving lunatic out of the driver within that range.
This guy was fuming.
He pulls up next to us on his little tonka bike (dirt bike thing) and starts yelling at us, which was a great idea since apparently the Silver Bullet is sound proof to idiots. Well i didn't like his tones so i revved my baby up a little just to stir it up some and then proceeded to annihilate this guy of the line.
He unfortunately didn't like that very much and after i pulled into a parking lot, actually on accident, he came flyin in and thought to himself ... "hmmm how bout i put myself and my little BMX inbetween me and a thousand lbs of pure Silvery goodness and see if i can win in a wrestling match!"
Well sucks for him that i'm nice and i just flew around him and sped off into the sunset leaving him to eat my dust and stick his middle finger up his butt.
No harm or accident came upon us but just know that i'm 1 for 1 in my history of drag racing spectacles.
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