speaking of pushing people… i guess its been long enough that i can tell this story.
i don’t feel like being extremely long winded, so it will be abbreviated.
Driving in the passing lane on the XXX north. (the only time i ever dont drive in the left lane is when i am passing someone on the right) Speed limit is 55. 2 cars in front of me: dirictly in fron is a black monte, new body style. in front of him is a tercel or geo or mid 90’s econo-sedan (i will refer to it as a tercel from now on). This gentleman is traveling roughly 65mph. There is heavy traffic in the right lane, but no one in front of the tercel.
I am a bit irked, but the guy in the monte is PISSED. He keeps backing off of the tercel, then flying up on his ass, backing off, flying up. Then he starts with the brights, brights on, off, flashing, etc. This guy was a total asshole, the guy in the tercel looks a bit scared, but he has NO ROOM to move over, and probably is at his vehicles top speed. Traffic finally has a break, tercel moves over.
Not content with all the harassing that he was doing from behind, the monte pulls up next to the tercel. turns on his dome light (it’s OBV night) and starts yelling and flipping off the tercel driver… after a minute of berating the other driver, he speeds off. well, being the guy i am, i decide that this guy needs a taste of his own medicine… he has probably sped up to about 80, but he is maybe 10 carlengths on me. I put the sti in 4th and hammer on it. I fly up on his ass soooooo hard. like there is a chance that i may have swapped a little paint. no joke… i have never been that close on someones ass before. fearing a breake spike, i back off, then fy up again. repeat as necessary. Then i start with the brights. The headlights on the sti are super fucking bright so i am going to town. at this point i am no longer concerned with the rest of the traffic i am blinding. this guy is going down… so i fuck with him for a while, by now, traffic in the right hand lane is about to break apart, so i back off a bit and let him move over. I figure ill do one last flip off flyby, so i get a running start and whip by him doing… ehhh maybe 120 or so.
what i see as a drive by is a guy on a cell. What else i see is that he is no ordinary guy… he is a cop in uniform… i recieve the ULTIMATE stare. well, as much as i can in the heartbeat it took to pass him at 65mph over the posted speed limit. He hammers on it. I put it down even harder… He starts flashing his lights and trying to catch me… I am bouncing off the 155 speed limiter and dangerously weaving in and out of traffic. It was so perfect, tho, like, ballet. the holes were closing up as quickely as they opened. The cop gets trapped a few cars back, he is flashing his lights trying to get people to move over, but by that point i am so far gone and exit the highway. thank god that A: my plate was madddd dirty, B: i passed him so fast i dont think he had time to read it, nor could he catch up. so yeah…