squirrel
Driving down the hill towards the freeway, I spot a squirrel standing in the center of the road, just hanging out, his front feet/hands/paws at chest level.
I slow down, make eye contact with the little guy, and he stares back as if to say bring it on.
Smart ass fucker bolts in front of me.
I brake, swerve, miss him and manage to stay in my own lane at the same time, but I swear he had a bet with one of his squirrel buddies.
Anyway, on another note, I ordered tires for my car.
Two rear tires, five hundred dollars.
For only six hundred dollars I found a 1980 633CSi online, a classic BMW in running condition, the whole car for one hundred dollars more than the cost of two tires.
Sick.
By the way, that is on the list of bimmers I must add to the stable.
I slow down, make eye contact with the little guy, and he stares back as if to say bring it on.
Smart ass fucker bolts in front of me.
I brake, swerve, miss him and manage to stay in my own lane at the same time, but I swear he had a bet with one of his squirrel buddies.
Anyway, on another note, I ordered tires for my car.
Two rear tires, five hundred dollars.
For only six hundred dollars I found a 1980 633CSi online, a classic BMW in running condition, the whole car for one hundred dollars more than the cost of two tires.
Sick.
By the way, that is on the list of bimmers I must add to the stable.