So I bought another Sy last week, since my other truck was getting lonely from me not working on it. Plus I was having withdrawl symptoms, but anyways...
I took it out on Sunday for a spin to test out all the new suspension crap I put in it and cruised around the Scottsdale Airpark for maybe 20 minutes total. Mind everyone, the truck is bone stock as far as the motor goes, which by most standards isn't very fast, and I was rightfully heasitant in sticking my foot in it, since I don't know how the last owner treated it and I didn't want to blow the damn thing up. Here's where things get annoyingly interesting...
I was pulling out of the GMC dealership when I noticed a peculiar car coming my way. I waited until it came close enough and I pulled out beside it just to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me. They weren't, and the driver of the Porsche Carrera GT saw me and nailed it, whizzing past me at about mach 4. The car sounded beautiful, and I cursed myself as I watched him drive off, since I wouldn't have stood a chance, even in a mildly built truck...
Which brings me to the very next stoplight, not even a quarter mile down the road. There I sat, still steaming about what had just occured, and how I longed to have a strong truck that day, when somebody in a black Murcialago pulls up right beside me and looks over. I look over at him and put my head in my hand, there's strike two for me. I ease off the line as he blissfully romps on it, and darts almost out of view...
By this time I'm rather pissed off, so I decide to head home. I wind my way out of the airpark and onto a main road, I end up behind an E55 AMG Mercedes, but those are everywhere, so I think nothing of it. It was an old guy driving 10mph under the limit, so I go by him and get into the double-left turn lane toward home. A friggen Ferrari 550 Marinello pulls up next to me!!! I am now completely wigging out "Office Space" style, screaming, cursing, beating up my bus-sized steering wheel. That's kind-of how I figured out my horn doesn't work either. Anyways, after watching this blody million-dollar display of missed opportunities go by, I headed straight home and ordered my alky kit...
This will NOT happen again!!! Well, at least until I get alky, a tune, and a camcorder...
I took it out on Sunday for a spin to test out all the new suspension crap I put in it and cruised around the Scottsdale Airpark for maybe 20 minutes total. Mind everyone, the truck is bone stock as far as the motor goes, which by most standards isn't very fast, and I was rightfully heasitant in sticking my foot in it, since I don't know how the last owner treated it and I didn't want to blow the damn thing up. Here's where things get annoyingly interesting...
I was pulling out of the GMC dealership when I noticed a peculiar car coming my way. I waited until it came close enough and I pulled out beside it just to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me. They weren't, and the driver of the Porsche Carrera GT saw me and nailed it, whizzing past me at about mach 4. The car sounded beautiful, and I cursed myself as I watched him drive off, since I wouldn't have stood a chance, even in a mildly built truck...
Which brings me to the very next stoplight, not even a quarter mile down the road. There I sat, still steaming about what had just occured, and how I longed to have a strong truck that day, when somebody in a black Murcialago pulls up right beside me and looks over. I look over at him and put my head in my hand, there's strike two for me. I ease off the line as he blissfully romps on it, and darts almost out of view...
By this time I'm rather pissed off, so I decide to head home. I wind my way out of the airpark and onto a main road, I end up behind an E55 AMG Mercedes, but those are everywhere, so I think nothing of it. It was an old guy driving 10mph under the limit, so I go by him and get into the double-left turn lane toward home. A friggen Ferrari 550 Marinello pulls up next to me!!! I am now completely wigging out "Office Space" style, screaming, cursing, beating up my bus-sized steering wheel. That's kind-of how I figured out my horn doesn't work either. Anyways, after watching this blody million-dollar display of missed opportunities go by, I headed straight home and ordered my alky kit...
This will NOT happen again!!! Well, at least until I get alky, a tune, and a camcorder...
