So this was last week, but I still have to vent since it still pisses me off.
So I am going down HWY 17 on my way to work, about 5:40am in the morning. I am just passing Los Gatos BLVD. (HWY 9) overpass, and I am clear sailing. I have two clear lanes for a good distance. I am beating out Slayer and trying to wake my grump ass up. All of a sudden, a car comes up on me fast and rides my bumper. I think, cop? No. I think, a$$hole. YES!!! So this person rides my ass for practically a mile, then gets into the slow lane. It comes by, and I see it is a Mustang GT. OH HELL NO, YOU DIDN'T JUST PUNK ME IN MY GRUMPY STATE IN THE MORNING.
So I get right behind him and follow him. He takes my exact exit, 85 North towards my destination. CUPERTINO. We come around the bend, and I give him about 5 feet from his bumper the entire time. I wait for him to initiate the confilct. The on ramp turns into 2 lanes, and the GT goes into the slow lane to initiate my anticipated race, and a slower car on the right. I am in 3rd, wind out 3rd, follow him around the slower car, redline it, into 4th, right by him, and BYE BYE MOMMA!!!! I CHARGE by him at 90+, get it up to 110mph, and why isn't the GT playing anymore? I look back, and the punk ass MFER dropped back. So I am going 110mph. I have to avoid fast lane traffic, go into the car pool lane, and back into the so-called fast lane at this time in the morning. I will never hit my brakes and light up my brake lights, unless completely necessary. Because we all know, to illiminate the brake lights, admits defeat. And there was NO DEFEAT in this race. I continue on my way, cursing up a storm, with the adrenaline flowing, as I am pissed he didn't put up a fight with me.
So I would like to ask. Why did this ***** ride my ass @ 80mph, overtake me, then I overtake him, and he drops down to 65mph? Punk a$$ Bit ch. (Please mind me, I have just dranken a 40 oz., so I am just rambling) But this story really did happen.
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