Reminds me of the time my buddy and I stopped at a traffic light on our way to school one night. He pulled up next to me, he han an old splitter, I had a clapped out bay. I looked at him, he looked at me, I revved my engine, he revved his... We both fainted at jumping the light... The light turned green... and we both coughed and spluttered across the intersection, he pushing at his steering wheel for more speed, me with more forethought, pushing at my dash board. About a half a block away, I see a cop standing between cars laughing so hard he couldn't have pulled us over even if he had the breath. Ah, the good olde days, when the only way you could loose your license in a Van was to throw it out the window. ed- driving down memory lane- but not passing. |
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