So I'm crusing along a deserted country road, and over a 5-10 minute span the spec wayyyyy off behind me turns into a pick up truck on my bumper. It's about 12:30 am, and when I get to the ONLY stop ligh tin town Jethro Pulls up in beside me in his late model Ford F150 with all the hillbilly accesories. Don't get me wrong I love pick up trucks but his guy was something else. I don't usually race trucks, don't really see the point. Light turns green, I start to roll off when he guns it and grabs half a length. Well I wasn't going to let Jimbo beat me So I hammer it and no surprise tear past him. By the time the road turns back into a one lane I'm doing 90 in a 40 and Cletus is wayyy back there. I let of the gas and as Bubba goes tearing by he gives me a big toothless grin like he won, uhhh okay, when did it become "I beat you because I'm willing to do triple the spped limit and you're not so I must be faster?"
Good kill:TU: If im in a race I try to keep them behind me untill they turn off or I do:3gears: -Cody
Hey Cody thanks, The Riv is no GS, so I'll take what I can get! Normally, I'll try to keep them behind me to, but Billy Bob was willing to wind it up to over 100 in a 40 down a black country road with marginal pavement and lots of hills. You never know where a deer could be... and at that speed well there isn't even a chance of living.
