tyler.durden
Well-Known Member
Years ago, a buddy and I drove out of a gas station and unintentionally cut off these two guys in a Corvette. They started honking and screaming at us, so I waved at them and said that I was sorry. They proceeded to pull up next to us and threw a strawberry shake inside the driver's window, hitting me in the face and drenching me and my friend in cold, pink shake. These dudes were about 16, I bet it was daddy's car. We were yelling obscenities back and forth cruising at about 45 mph, when I noticed that their lane had come to a dead stop ahead while ours did not. The young assholes were too busy screaming at me to notice. I could have warned them, but a wave of evil washed over me and I gleefully kept silent. They noticed the parked cab in front of them about a half a second before they hit it, because their brakes squealed very briefly before the impact. They hit this cab so hard, and their car was so low, that the rear of the cab shot into the air before landing back down on the hood of the vette. It was amazing and would have made a fantastic movie shot. I still think about that several times per year...
