Today I'm thankful that the guy in the red Ford Explorer — who couldn't just drive 80 MPH like the rest of us and had to weave recklessly in and out of traffic — got his in the end. Remember when your mother said you shouldn't drive like a maniac or someday you would hurt yourself? Well, asshat, today you can thank your mother for trying to look after you. Oh, and be thankful you didn't take out a family of five otherwise some Mexican street justice may have had to occur.
I'd also like to thank the California Highway Patrol for being absolutely no where during the three hundred and fifty mile journey — turning the road between LA and San Francisco into Mad Max. Next year I'll be sure to bring plenty of shot guns, canned dog food and nitro. As I'm doing 107 MPH down the center of the road, I'll growl into my new public address system, welded next to the retractable sunroof, "I am the Nightrider. I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!"
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Preach! But really, retro-fitting a rocket launcher onto your car would be so much cooler.
We European elitists use trains, so we don't know anything about Ford Explorers? Is that like a Mini?
Ahem
'We European elitists use BMWs, Benzs' and Audi at unimaginable speeds in the left hand lane of the Autopista" is more like it ;-]
Yeah, we OldEuropean Nazis even drive at unLIMITed (engine-limited) speed with one hand on wheel and the other on the gear shift (yup, still clinging to that) of our (comparably) small cars through winding roads. 350 miles without patrol? 350 miles and you crossed our country!
Yeah, sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry.... won't happen again!
;-)
The Washington State Patrol was on high alert I got a nice ticket for doing 68 in a 55.
"I am the Nightrider. I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!"....
ahahah golden, maybe you could have your posse in the back swinging metal chains at cars as you go past, or being cowboys in the back shooting bullets in the air.
karma's a bitch.
The Ford Explorer is the antonym of the Mini.
Today I'm thankful that the guy in the red Ford Explorer — who couldn't just drive 80 MPH like the rest of us and had to weave recklessly in and out of traffic — got his in the end.
How did he get his in the end?
Not sure of the details but when I saw it, the Explorers front end was all smashed in and tires flattened. Damaged to the point that it could not be towed.
Oh my, "out-of-controller" indeed.
"Just walk away and leave the gas, and I'll spare your lives." — Lord Humongous, aka The Ayatollah of Rock'n'Roll
Welcome to the I-5 -- nothing but Cows, windmills, and the random In-and-Out Burger... it is a haven for speeding and cow tipping.