I'm so ashamed

[oldman]

I always enjoy readin the posts in here but never thought I'd be writing one in street racers corner. I went to the dirt track races tonight in Amarillo and brought back my son's 89 GT with the new 306 we just finished last month. I left after most of the crowd so there wasn't much traffic on the way out. Just after pulling out of the parking lot onto the highway, this red Dodge Dakota passed me like he was headed to a fire. It was one of those decalmobiles with R/T on the bed. We came to a red light at I-40 and across the underpass there was this hitchhiker walking across the intersection and he was about halfway across when our light turned green. THe truck takes off like a bat out of h#ll and the guy walking takes off in a dead run throwing his duffle bag ahead of him and dove for the curb. THe truck never even hesitated. I never moved. . just sat there unbelieving until the guy was through waving at the driver of the truck. After a mile or two, I caught up with the truck, I think he slowed way down so I could catch up and as soon as I got within a few feet of his rear bumper, here we go again. I hear his passing gear kick in and off to the races HE goes. I, being the mature adult, just watched him go feeling far superior for not being sucked into this game. This happens again about a mile later. . .I start to pass his rear bumper (I never changed my speed to this point) and I hear this passing gear thing again. . . Not this time lil boy. I down shifted to fourth gear and ever so gently planted all 260 pounds of my right foot on the loud pedal. By the time my speedo reached 90 or so, he was far enough back that I could see him in the center rearview mirror. THat was easy. . . .kinda fun too. I slow down to 70 and he blows by me at about 80 and keeps on hammerin.
I see him after my exit and he's sittin at a stop sign, waiting for me I guess. As I pull up behind him at the stop sign, here we go again. Tires bawlin and rear axle bouncin all over the road, he takes off from the stop. I'm thinking this guy ain't real, it's a bad dream right. It took me until I hit the far end of third gear to pass his lil red wagon but this time he didn't pass me again. . .guess he finally figured it out. It might have had something to do with his girlfreind shakin her head as I passed him the last time. Gettin hammered by a balding old fossil. . . .he musta really felt bad.

And uh. . .if I want my son to know this, I'll tell him.