Vrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
After work today I met up with friends Pablo and Jerry for a no-holds-bar winner-takes-all no-limit devil-may-care multiple-hyphenated-description race-to-the-finish.
Pablo was driving his nissan or honda. Some kind of car I'm not sure of the make or model but it is gray and standard. For those of you who don't know much about cars, standard means "Fast as all get out". Jerry was behind the wheel of his car. It looks like any run-of-the-mill car you'd just drive out to the grocery store until you take a closer look above his head. Oh, there's just a MOONROOF there! Competion was pretty stiff.
Based on previous runnings the order was set that Pablo and I would start next to each other and Jerry just behind us. I buckled in to my 1995 Ford Windstar and looked Pablo square in the eyes. I could tell he had begun to sweat already. I could also tell Jerry had begun to sweat and I did tell it. To Pablo. His eyes widened and just at that second the light turned green. Off we went! barreling into the night with a complete disregard for any laws there might be for accelerating like madmen. Are there acceleration limits? If there are and even if we had known about them, we still would not have let up off the gas one bit. We were neck-and-neck up until I hit about 30mph. Then my acceleration dropped drastically because my transmission has started to realize it's pointless existance and just started to give up. Can you blame it?
Long story short, I would have won if he didn't cheat.
In other news, this year passed by really quickly. Too quickly if you ask me. I think that something's up. Tell me if you hear anything.
Update!!
My car has finally cast off it's earthly coils. Cars have coils, right? The race must have proved too much for it. Rest in peace, van. You took me many places I didn't want to go and got me no tail whatsoever. End with a quote:
"Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck."
-George Sanders
Pablo was driving his nissan or honda. Some kind of car I'm not sure of the make or model but it is gray and standard. For those of you who don't know much about cars, standard means "Fast as all get out". Jerry was behind the wheel of his car. It looks like any run-of-the-mill car you'd just drive out to the grocery store until you take a closer look above his head. Oh, there's just a MOONROOF there! Competion was pretty stiff.
Based on previous runnings the order was set that Pablo and I would start next to each other and Jerry just behind us. I buckled in to my 1995 Ford Windstar and looked Pablo square in the eyes. I could tell he had begun to sweat already. I could also tell Jerry had begun to sweat and I did tell it. To Pablo. His eyes widened and just at that second the light turned green. Off we went! barreling into the night with a complete disregard for any laws there might be for accelerating like madmen. Are there acceleration limits? If there are and even if we had known about them, we still would not have let up off the gas one bit. We were neck-and-neck up until I hit about 30mph. Then my acceleration dropped drastically because my transmission has started to realize it's pointless existance and just started to give up. Can you blame it?
Long story short, I would have won if he didn't cheat.
In other news, this year passed by really quickly. Too quickly if you ask me. I think that something's up. Tell me if you hear anything.
Update!!
My car has finally cast off it's earthly coils. Cars have coils, right? The race must have proved too much for it. Rest in peace, van. You took me many places I didn't want to go and got me no tail whatsoever. End with a quote:
"Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck."
-George Sanders