He he he.

[tudor@tvo.org (Michael Helms)]

Tee hee, what a fun night I had.

There's a Mazda MX-3 that lives near me ... the owner has "decorated"
it with what is possibly the most amusing sticker scheme I have yet
to see.  The car is painted silver, with silver tape applied to every
reflective surface.  The tape is "cut out" per se, with a different
pattern on each light.  The taillights have alternating vertical and
horizontal stripes ... side markers have the words "Raver" and
"Massive" on each of them.  Headlights are little squares.  And
there's a big radiation symbol on each side pillar.  The rims must be
at least 17 inches, with the skinniest tires I have ever seen.  Stock
disk brakes about the size of a saucer dish.  V6 emblems all over it.
 Tinted windows, and a wing on the back that must have come off a
Boeing aircraft.  A dictionary definition of "rice" if I ever saw
one, and I promise to take a picture if I remember to bring my camera
next time.

Anyways, he must hate my Scirocco ... all that virgin bodywork just
waiting for decals.  He sneered at me at a light in town, and I gave
him my best "fuck off and die" look.  He revved his engine, I think. 
I tapped the throttle on my car - which, if you hit a spot just above
2500 RPM's, has quite a loud resonance. (must be the header or
something ...)  He danced the throttle on his car all over the place,
whiel I patiently waited for my chance to spank him good.

When the light turned green, I did one of the best "runs" I have ever
done.  I was impressed; it had just stopped raining, and I knew there
was a good chance my wheels would spin.  No chance - I nailed the
throttle just so, and slung it through the gears perfectly.  The
Mazda (weighed down with seven hundred pounds of crap) never managed
to get ahead.  At the next set of lights, I gloated and glared at
him, wondering if he would have the gaull.  His turn signals (if
that's what he calls them) went on, and I took that to mean he had
given up.  Raver went home.  Chalk up one more victory for the
Scirocco.

Cheers,
-- Michael Helms

'81 Scirocco - the fixer-upper
'86 Scirocco - the Mazda-eating daily driver

Web Site:  http://www.continuum.org/helms

"If you don't believe your country should come before yourself, you
can better serve your country by living somewhere else."  - Dr.
Stompin' Tom Connors


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