OK, so maybe I have more of them than most of y'all, but I got in to work at about 6:10 am this morning and got a LOT done and my brain was kinda exhausted so I took off from work around 1pm today. I hopped in my pickup truck and headed for home. Soon after I pulled onto the highway I heard this really loud FARTING sound coming from my open window. A quick inspection revealed that in fact, it was not my ass, but a piece of jap crap coming up fast (like around 85 mph or so) on my left. Yep. Sure enough, a couple of seconds later this lowered thing passed by. His tailpipe looked like a cheap imitation of the stinger I used to run on the LCB. Spouting loud farting noises like a fart-pipe does. This was the time that the redneck moment kicked in. I'm not sure what exactly came over me, but I know the results of it. I gently pressed the gas pedal to the floor until I caught up to Vanilla Ice. I let off as I pulled up alongside of him and then looked his way, waiting to make eye contact. It didn't take him long to notice the big bright red truck beside him doing about 85 mph to pace him. Just as he looked up at me in surprise with his recently-plucked eyebrows, I hit the switch for the Dixie horn. As the first notes began to blare out loud, the look on his faced turned into one of amazement. I'm sure he drove right home and told his boyfriend all about it, but in the meantime I slammed the gas to the floor and blew his fart-pipe-driving piece of crap off of the road. The point of this story, you ask? There isn't one. I'm just bored and I think that the fart-pipe boys are funny. Like clowns. heh heh
-- Travis '63 VW Camo Baja...
:wq!