After doin an oil change last night, I took the Chally out to get the juices flowin (its and mine) and passed by a Tim Horton's (24 coffee shop) a few blocks from my place. It's a hang-out for ricers, and silly me thought that at midnight on a school nite, there wouldn't be the crowds. sigh. A meeting of the Backwards-hat brigade was underway, so as I thundered past, a few of them gawked and pointed, but one schmoe jumps in his truck and chases after me. I was stopped at a light next to our town's grocery stroe, and up comes this little blue Ford pick-up, and this yahoo is grinnin ear to ear, revvin his motor, like he thinks he has something to prove. Because I live in a small town, there are a lot of Provincial Police around because there is a station on the town limits, and they patrol a lot so I didn't bother to light-em-up at midnight with expired tags (gettin the new sticker tomorrow) but just the shutspa this kid had to try to run his l'il 6'r pos pick-up against a 440 Dodge!
