So I've been hammering around in this A2 with an issue-ridden, not-so-likeable 1.9L, trying my best to ignore the growing sour taste it puts in my mouth. There was a brief respite today.
HAHAAAAAAAA!!!!! :lol:
ok. I had to get that out of my system first.
I was pulling my trailer, which weighs about 600 lbs empty, but contained a couple milk crates full of clutch core parts, and 5 bags full of random stuff from home depot.
I ended up at a red light next to a 93ish civic coupe, sporting the usual junk.
I don't think he realized I had a trailer, as he was already stopped at the light when I arrived. He started creeping forward, and gunned it only to have to hammer on the brakes when it was an advanced green... for the opposite direction!
Tool.
Light turns green, and I built up boost rapidly, wheels spinning after 8psi as my bag of hammers strained against the trailer load. He had a terrible launch, and I could hear detonation pinging away inside his boat anchor. Or perhaps gerbil wheel. I'm not sure what "powerplant" this particular junk was "motivated" by.
Anyway, I moved ahead rapidly, dragging the trailer past his passenger door with a squawk of rubber in second. I let off halfway through third. He slowed down and wouldn't pull up next to me for about 3 minutes. When he did eventually grow the nuts to pass me, I was still smirking and gave him my patented 'pat the mouth and yawn' manoeuver. This time I thought I'd mix things up a little bit, by denying him even the slightest shred of dignity-- not even a glance in his direction.
Even though I can't beat many of them, when I do get one, I make up for the lack of quantity with a lethal dose of high quality malice.
Shizen, that must have been embarassing!!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
Another finger streak on the sooty tailgate!