So, tonight I am on my way home and stop at a light on a back road. Then I hear that annoying sound - a big bore weed whacker. Look in my right hand mirror and a pimped Honda Del Sol is rolling up to the light.
The kid gets to the light and decides to let everyone know he has installed a useless 3" megaphone pipe. Blat! Blat! Blat! I look out my passenger window and half laugh. Again - Blat! Blat! Blat! and he starts inching forward.
Well, time for school to begin.
The light turns green and we have an open road ahead. We both go for it. He leans in hard and the weed whacker is rolling. I smoothly roll into the throttle. He leans on it hard and shifts to second as we are door to door. I continue to roll into the gas, now a little past half way.
My 1-2 shift occurs and I put it to the floor. He shifts, and I walk away..
At 70 I back off and roll down to 55. Then the weed whacker flies by and I laugh even harder; wondering how much more fun it would have been if my Contour was running well.
Nothing like burnt rice!
The kid gets to the light and decides to let everyone know he has installed a useless 3" megaphone pipe. Blat! Blat! Blat! I look out my passenger window and half laugh. Again - Blat! Blat! Blat! and he starts inching forward.
Well, time for school to begin.
The light turns green and we have an open road ahead. We both go for it. He leans in hard and the weed whacker is rolling. I smoothly roll into the throttle. He leans on it hard and shifts to second as we are door to door. I continue to roll into the gas, now a little past half way.
My 1-2 shift occurs and I put it to the floor. He shifts, and I walk away..
At 70 I back off and roll down to 55. Then the weed whacker flies by and I laugh even harder; wondering how much more fun it would have been if my Contour was running well.
Nothing like burnt rice!