I don't post very often but had to share a trip to comcast to replace my cable modem.
I work at home and as I entered my home office there was a smell I couldn't quite place. I noticed the modem lights were off so giggled the power cord, heard a distinctive sizzle and made plans for a trip to comcast.
Pulling out of the neighborhood I get behind a Dodge Ram extended cab that at first looked like a SRT10. It had the big hood scope, wing but said Hemi on the side, my heart beat quickly came back to a normal rhythm. This guy had all the stickers you could image on his back window representing quite a bundle of mods. It just so happened that I was running the last of a tank of Xylene/93 and was set at 18lbs on my Utimate (zero knock). We get a light that you had to turn left or right, luckly he was going the same way I was. We are side by side, he hammers it, I quickly put 3 on him and let out of it. He comes by with this WTF look spiced with a little anger. He tries a few more times with the same result until I just wasn't interested at wasting some good race mixture. I would need it later.
Pulling onto US 41 going north I see a 02-03 Vette first in line looking like he's ready to roll. His light changes just as I turn right and I can hear tires cherping behind me. I click the Ultimate pilar gauge up to 20lbs and stab the throtle. He stayed behind me until I let off for traffic and he flies by shaking his head and laughing as he gives me the once over. We come up to a crowd' light and are right next to each other and this guy is still putting on the superior vette guy routine. I just gin and say a little prayer under my breath "Dear Lord please let us get a light" . Only one light later, prayers do come true. Have plenty of time to build 5lbs and convert another sinner from the flock of unbelievers. I put 4 or 5 on him and he never recovers. I slow down and let him get right next to me, he won't looks over. That felt good.
After picking up the modem and heading home I pass a Lightning(newer body style) close to my turn off. Next thing I know this guy is next to me letting me know he wants some with his gas peedle. I follow him under I-75 hoping he's not going on the highway because I don't have much gas left. Instead he going right were I was hoping he would. We both turn onto a new six lane and I punch it I pull 2 on him, not sure if he was running it or not. I must have gotten a 2fur on that prayer because they just added a new light after the turn and it goes red. We pull up to the light and I roll down the window and he says "I haven't scene one of those for quite a while". I ask if he wants to run and he's all for it. Problem is the light was very short and I had to leave with no boost. Light turns while I was looking at the boost gauge, he jumps half a car before I go. I got it all back and about 2 cars while still in first and was pulling away. The Phoon loves Xylene. Guy pulls up shaking his head and laughing like the Vette guy but says "damn that things fast, nice race man". Lightning guy cool, Vette guy, NOT.
Next morning I go into my office and disconnect the modem and stomp on it hard. Darn, I guess I'll have to make another trip to Comcast.
I work at home and as I entered my home office there was a smell I couldn't quite place. I noticed the modem lights were off so giggled the power cord, heard a distinctive sizzle and made plans for a trip to comcast.
Pulling out of the neighborhood I get behind a Dodge Ram extended cab that at first looked like a SRT10. It had the big hood scope, wing but said Hemi on the side, my heart beat quickly came back to a normal rhythm. This guy had all the stickers you could image on his back window representing quite a bundle of mods. It just so happened that I was running the last of a tank of Xylene/93 and was set at 18lbs on my Utimate (zero knock). We get a light that you had to turn left or right, luckly he was going the same way I was. We are side by side, he hammers it, I quickly put 3 on him and let out of it. He comes by with this WTF look spiced with a little anger. He tries a few more times with the same result until I just wasn't interested at wasting some good race mixture. I would need it later.
Pulling onto US 41 going north I see a 02-03 Vette first in line looking like he's ready to roll. His light changes just as I turn right and I can hear tires cherping behind me. I click the Ultimate pilar gauge up to 20lbs and stab the throtle. He stayed behind me until I let off for traffic and he flies by shaking his head and laughing as he gives me the once over. We come up to a crowd' light and are right next to each other and this guy is still putting on the superior vette guy routine. I just gin and say a little prayer under my breath "Dear Lord please let us get a light" . Only one light later, prayers do come true. Have plenty of time to build 5lbs and convert another sinner from the flock of unbelievers. I put 4 or 5 on him and he never recovers. I slow down and let him get right next to me, he won't looks over. That felt good.
After picking up the modem and heading home I pass a Lightning(newer body style) close to my turn off. Next thing I know this guy is next to me letting me know he wants some with his gas peedle. I follow him under I-75 hoping he's not going on the highway because I don't have much gas left. Instead he going right were I was hoping he would. We both turn onto a new six lane and I punch it I pull 2 on him, not sure if he was running it or not. I must have gotten a 2fur on that prayer because they just added a new light after the turn and it goes red. We pull up to the light and I roll down the window and he says "I haven't scene one of those for quite a while". I ask if he wants to run and he's all for it. Problem is the light was very short and I had to leave with no boost. Light turns while I was looking at the boost gauge, he jumps half a car before I go. I got it all back and about 2 cars while still in first and was pulling away. The Phoon loves Xylene. Guy pulls up shaking his head and laughing like the Vette guy but says "damn that things fast, nice race man". Lightning guy cool, Vette guy, NOT.
Next morning I go into my office and disconnect the modem and stomp on it hard. Darn, I guess I'll have to make another trip to Comcast.
