Post by rockymtblue2 on Jun 16, 2015 12:56:49 GMT -5
I'll start. I have so many, but this one is fresh - TODAY! Winging down the interstate(2 lanes each direction) at a respectable 78 (3 miles over the limit) in the right lane on the way to the Annual Physical beat up... no breakfast 'cuz blood work, etc. when along comes a little bit dated smalled Ford SUV - forget the name, let's go with Broncette okay?, tail gates me, then pulls out to passing lane and just hangs there...not so close that SHE is in my blind spot, just close enough to freeze a responsible driver into the right lane. Well, you know what happens....a mile down the road I'm approaching a 1952 Ford flat bed pickup with a bunch a chicken grates strapped in the back. The feathers are flying, the truck is not, and I say to myself: "It'll be tight, but I'll hit the signal light and ease out, no problem." So I recheck and see that this Broncotte is being driven by a female with granny glasses, grey hair and top knot. Made doubly confident be this, I hit the signal and ease out. Suddenly, I have a honking, crazed, bird throwing maniac on my bumper. So what does any self respecting blue blooded macho man do? I floor it and I'm quickly going 95. She follows in this road rage scenario, but around 90 I guess her governor kicked in and she fell off a bit. There's a work truck on the right...550 Ford type, so I stay in the left lane but ease off the throttle and I'm doing 75 as I nose by him just in time to see the trooper in the breakdown lane. You see this coming don't you. The superannuated crazy lady going to town to fill her Prozac prescription seizes on my slow down to come charging up and in my rear view mirror I see the troopers flashers go on and it's not for me! Yes. Justice has been served!!
I know. Short paragraphs. Emoticons. Could be nicer. So improve on it. Give us a story of your own....we all have them.
