Subaru Impreza vs. '99 Bonnie SLE - Mommy!
Have I got a hell of a story for you! You're going to love it, almost as much as I loved doing it!
On the way home on the interstate from Mt. Pleasant after picking up my 10 yo. nephew, my mom'* riding shotgun with the twerp in the back. The drive is beginning to get boring, mom'* prattling, useless questions to my nephew about school and his parents are driving me nuts, and the gas pedal on the Bonnie seems to want to floor it, all by itself. Any how, about the time I'm about to fall asleep and end my miserable, 85-mph life, I see a pair of headlights with some sporty looking fogs come up on my bumper. I catch a glint of red as he whips past, bodyrocking enough to make you do a double-take. I notice it'* a Subaru..Impreza. The hell! Running 90..and passing me. So, I let him go, and eventually I catch up. I sidle up next to him, look across my mom'* crochet she'* knitting, and give the balding Impreza driver an evil glare. Lo and behold, to my surprise, he shoots one back at me! I think to myself..Awww HELL no, it'* ON! I glance back to my nephew with a grin and point to the red car next to us, "Hey Justin! Wanna race em?!?" And he replies.."YEAH DO IT DAN!" Then my mother chimes in with a chiding tone, "You'd better not!" I sigh quietly, thinking it'd be a waste of time to explain road ethics to a 48 year old woman, especially one that'* my mother. So, I lean forward and gun the Bonnie just enough to squeeze out infront of the Impreza, glance over at him, he stares at me..And we nail it at the same time. Boy howdy, let me tell you what..I swear my mother'* screaming and the screaming of that 3800 roaring to life just about bled my eardrums out! Along with the excited yells from the back seat and the bloody-murder screams from the front, I'm yippeeing and yaahoooing as me and the Impreza roar up to 95 MPH..Then, suddenly, the ******* tries to veer over into my lane! Immediately calculating the risks, I slam on the brakes, shift lanes, gun it, and pull hard on that ugly, cheap red spoiler! By the time I'm turning into the exit for my town, all I see is pin-dots. Poor middle-aged balding guy.