[BoostJunkie]

Part 2

He refused to look the other way. This guy was acting very strange… OH no, he must have caught glimpse of my coffee can exhaust. I thought I was camouflaged well enough; no maybe it was the one solitary hood pin, the only stainless steel one that had not fully rusted through yet... I was in for it. I was in a prison shower and my soap had just hit the floor. Fuck waiting till 0 and count; soon as zero hit I punched it. Chirping the tires a little off the line my exhaust roared through the underpass and I practically drifted the turn. I didn't look sideways, backward, or anything. The one thing I did note is that I didn't get cut off, so whoosh, maybe he was really going straight. Then it hit me. As my tires hooked up on the on ramp and I got hold of my focus I heard him tear up right behind me.
Looks like I just pissed off a T-Rex and entered an open field. I am not about to slow down, roll my window down, wave him to, agree upon roll speed, three honk and go, no fuck that I am full tilt, well almost.

From the onramp I did bait him a tad, but as soon as he was on my bumper I let my turbo take one last breather before I smashed on the gas. During this brief let up on the throttle he had already made a crazy move like he was going to preemptively pass me on the shoulder even before the highway opened up. Well I wasn't having it. Foot on the floor, I rolled up through the gears and was pressing 100 with plenty of road ahead of me. He was still on my bumper and neither car was making a definitive walk away the other. I knew I would start to run out of gear so I was anxiously awaiting the upcoming turn to re- establish myself with a led as I know he didn't have the suspension or wheel choice to handle a turn at anything near the speed I could. Maybe putting a half car up on him I entered the turn, furthering the gap by 1, 2, 3, and perhaps up to 4 cars. He settled further and further back, and with the upcoming merge onto the larger highway I saw a ton of traffic so I settled into my “go home” pace.

Clearly my newly found “friend” was not finished. Screaming up the shoulder passed me was that same fucking car. "Are you kidding me?" I said out loud. Not only that, he slams right over in the gap between me and the car in front of me only to slam on his brakes. Fantastic! Welcome to the Florida, land of pedophiles, crazies, and Disney World!

Great, I thought to myself, this have now gone to a whole nother level. Honestly I was surprised and reluctant to pursue this individual any further. I just backed off, but for every mph I backed off he matched me. I tried to move to another lane, and he went without a care in the world for other people, just to keep me behind him.

Let me weigh my options. I come to a stop on the side of the road and see what Old man winter wants to do. I call his crazy and raise him psycho, swerve through rush hour, or, well I didn't have an “or”. I had one “or” the other. As I mapped my next move he took off again. Thank God!!!

I continued my journey home. Traffic had started to open up again so I worked my way back out to the passing lane. 10 seconds later fuck stick is back. I do not even know where the fuck he came from but he slammed back out in front of me and smashed his brakes. I swerved out into the shoulder and laid into the gas. He answered back, pinning me on the shoulder, but I knew from 65 to 120 was my range. Moving slowly up his side, I was more worried about debris then I was other cars or being stopped by the police. Finally I broke free and got back over, traffic was starting to once again close in so I did the best I could to get away from him through traffic. After some ducking and weaving I hit my exit. I came to the stop light, heart pounding, annoyed, and once again alone at the front of the light line, and guess what... An anniversary badged SS Camaro pulled up next to me. Revving his engine and still looking at me giving me that same wild stare.

Game over mother fucker, I am not one to get out of my car, but I became possessed. I opened up my car door and got out screaming. Not like I am some impressive beast of a man, but I know I must have looked bat shit crazy. As soon as I closed in on his front door he speed through the red light, leaving me looking like the hugest douche to anyone who didn't witness his guerilla highway tactics.

My message and lesson to all Ford, 69 Ford, sub Chevy, Enthusiasts. Appreciate a good ass beating, for if I had been ousted I would have given you a thumbs up and enjoyed the challenge. You will have your day too, but honestly, you mad bro?