BigBalledOX
08-07-2006, 03:25 AM
Anyone who says I'm not dedicated can suck my nuts after this weekend. ;)
So I'm heading up to Detroit for the MC mod meet. The trip across Illinois is pretty uneventful, Chicago traffic sucked my balls though as it took an hour to go all of three miles. :disgust:
As I'm sitting in traffic, I notice these two yuppie knobs eyeballing my ride. They're cruising along in a powder blue Lincoln LS V-8, which was a car I considered before going with the Cougar. We get out of the nasty construction and get up to speed, and these idiots start doing this speed past me/slow down bull****. K, no real interest in racing these d-bags, I've got the cruise at 80 and I'm just weaving in and out of traffic, its a nice, three-lane wide interstate so there was plenty of room to pick my way through traffic.
They were keeping up with me, not always right on my tail but dogging me. As I slid in to the middle lane, I realized I didn't have enough room to pass the car I wanted, so I slowed down and waited for the LS to pass me so I could switch lanes back.
Here's where it gets fun. :evil:
The LS matches my speed and hangs back a little bit, so as to let me slide over. I move over to the left lane and as soon as I do, the LS floors it and comes right up on my ass. Alright, you knobs really wanna roll? Lets do this. ;) I dropped down to fourth and floored it and walked away from these fools quicker than you could say "popped collar". ;) I saw the passenger's eyes get HUGE as I easily extended away from the LS, touching 110 before slowing back down to speed.
Of course, I get the requisite ricer fly by, which is VERY satisfying when it comes from a V-8 LS. :evil: Anyways, the two idiots must have thought it was a fluke because they tried to race me twice more. Of course, the end results are the same. :cool:
Just south of Kalamazoo, I spot some nasty construction on the southbound lane of 94, and traffic is going NOWHERE. I'm still cruising at 80, when I see this tard in a black minivan pull in to one of the turn-arounds the cops use on the interstate. I'm about 400 feet away from this knob, expecting him to come to a stop before making his illegal U-turn, but does he? **** NO!!!! Stupid mother****er pulls out in to the left-hand lane and plods along at all of 45 MPH, so I have to slam on the brakes so as not to rear-end this ****wad. :rolleyes: To make matters worse, I get around this tool and back up to speed, only to have the same damn thing happen to me not even a mile later.
The lesson, as always . . . people from Michigan can NOT drive. :disgust:
Shortly after that, I almost got pancaked by a goddamn 18-wheeler with Ontario tags. Still in the left-hand lane, my A-pillar was at the trailer's tires when I see this idiot turn on his signal and start to move over, because of course it makes more sense to swerve blindly in to the lane next to you than to slow down and allow a car merging on to the interstate to get in. Hard on the brakes again, I watch this retard then swing BACK to the right-hand lane and almost take out the car that was getting on the interstate, the one he moved over to avoid. :rolleyes:
Fast forward a bit and I'm cruising up 94 at a nice 80 MPH clip. Just north of Kalamazoo, I glance up in my mirror and what do I see but a Laser Red '99 parked on my back bumper. Thinking it might be one of the MC crew, I slide over to right-hand lane and see not a fellow NECOer, but a rather comely brunette go booking on by me.:naughty: Figuring I'd take a chance she stopped for gas at the same place I did or something, I dropped in behind her and we proceeded to bob n' weave through traffic.
Unfortunately I lost her in traffic and fell back a little bit. Trying to catch up, I picked up the pace a little bit, but I look in my mirror and see the long arm of the law coming up on me quick, fast and in a hurry, cherries turnin. I pull off to the side of the road and he follows right behind me. :disgust:
So, I get a lovely ticket for doing 80 in a 70 zone. Yee-haw. Anyways, I had turned off the car when the cop walked up alongside the car to get my license and registration. The cop writes me a ticket, I tuck it in to my wallet, stick the key in the ignition, and turn it . . . and am greeted with this lovely pop-THUD sound followed by the engine NOT FREAKIN STARTING! :(
I try again, no dice. Hopping out of the car, I pop the hood and what do I find but the pressure cover blown off the battery, my battery SMOKING, and battery acid sprayed all over the underside of my hood. GREAT! I blew up my freaking battery!
By some stroke of luck, I had brought my Optima with this weekend, so I have a spare battery with me. But I left my tools at home and I'm 70 miles from my destination. ****. I call jrak123 to see if he has any ideas, leave a voicemail, and then call EternalOne. By some stroke of pure luck, E1 was just leaving Jackson and was only about 40 miles away from me. He turned around, called up a buddy and picked up some tools, then beat cleats down 94. We swap the battery, but there was a ton of corrosion on the terminals and we couldn't get a good connection, plus the battery had been sitting in storage for a few months so it was possibly dead. I hope in the car and John's skinny ass pushes me backwards down the incline so I can pop-start the car.
I follow John to a gas station and make the mistake of turning the car off. :( It won't start, so we try and push start the car AGAIN, but we can't get the car going fast enough, so he runs off to get jumper cables. Fortunately some local came along and was able to help me push the car fast enough to get her started. :)
So, back on the road, we get to Redford, I pull in and park, turn the car and then try to start it back up . . . NOTHING. Figuring we just have a bad connection, John and I go inside and call it a night.
The next morning, AtomicInternet comes over with a jump box and we get the car started. We drive to Meijer to pick up some food for the meet, and when I get back in the car, it again fails to start. :disgust: So there's me, Brad and John pushing the thing back and forth across the parking lot, trying to pop-start the car yet again. After a few failed attempts, we're stopped, grabbing a breather, when John mentions the ridiculous amount of corrosion on the battery terminals. Brad whips out the wire brush and cleans them, tightens everything down good and tight and VOILA! The car starts. So we had been pushing the thing all over the parking lot for absolutely nothing. :crazy:
The moral of the story? Michigan drivers suck, tickets are expensive, and finally, CHECK THE STUPID SIMPLE THINGS FIRST, STUPID! :flushed:
So I'm heading up to Detroit for the MC mod meet. The trip across Illinois is pretty uneventful, Chicago traffic sucked my balls though as it took an hour to go all of three miles. :disgust:
As I'm sitting in traffic, I notice these two yuppie knobs eyeballing my ride. They're cruising along in a powder blue Lincoln LS V-8, which was a car I considered before going with the Cougar. We get out of the nasty construction and get up to speed, and these idiots start doing this speed past me/slow down bull****. K, no real interest in racing these d-bags, I've got the cruise at 80 and I'm just weaving in and out of traffic, its a nice, three-lane wide interstate so there was plenty of room to pick my way through traffic.
They were keeping up with me, not always right on my tail but dogging me. As I slid in to the middle lane, I realized I didn't have enough room to pass the car I wanted, so I slowed down and waited for the LS to pass me so I could switch lanes back.
Here's where it gets fun. :evil:
The LS matches my speed and hangs back a little bit, so as to let me slide over. I move over to the left lane and as soon as I do, the LS floors it and comes right up on my ass. Alright, you knobs really wanna roll? Lets do this. ;) I dropped down to fourth and floored it and walked away from these fools quicker than you could say "popped collar". ;) I saw the passenger's eyes get HUGE as I easily extended away from the LS, touching 110 before slowing back down to speed.
Of course, I get the requisite ricer fly by, which is VERY satisfying when it comes from a V-8 LS. :evil: Anyways, the two idiots must have thought it was a fluke because they tried to race me twice more. Of course, the end results are the same. :cool:
Just south of Kalamazoo, I spot some nasty construction on the southbound lane of 94, and traffic is going NOWHERE. I'm still cruising at 80, when I see this tard in a black minivan pull in to one of the turn-arounds the cops use on the interstate. I'm about 400 feet away from this knob, expecting him to come to a stop before making his illegal U-turn, but does he? **** NO!!!! Stupid mother****er pulls out in to the left-hand lane and plods along at all of 45 MPH, so I have to slam on the brakes so as not to rear-end this ****wad. :rolleyes: To make matters worse, I get around this tool and back up to speed, only to have the same damn thing happen to me not even a mile later.
The lesson, as always . . . people from Michigan can NOT drive. :disgust:
Shortly after that, I almost got pancaked by a goddamn 18-wheeler with Ontario tags. Still in the left-hand lane, my A-pillar was at the trailer's tires when I see this idiot turn on his signal and start to move over, because of course it makes more sense to swerve blindly in to the lane next to you than to slow down and allow a car merging on to the interstate to get in. Hard on the brakes again, I watch this retard then swing BACK to the right-hand lane and almost take out the car that was getting on the interstate, the one he moved over to avoid. :rolleyes:
Fast forward a bit and I'm cruising up 94 at a nice 80 MPH clip. Just north of Kalamazoo, I glance up in my mirror and what do I see but a Laser Red '99 parked on my back bumper. Thinking it might be one of the MC crew, I slide over to right-hand lane and see not a fellow NECOer, but a rather comely brunette go booking on by me.:naughty: Figuring I'd take a chance she stopped for gas at the same place I did or something, I dropped in behind her and we proceeded to bob n' weave through traffic.
Unfortunately I lost her in traffic and fell back a little bit. Trying to catch up, I picked up the pace a little bit, but I look in my mirror and see the long arm of the law coming up on me quick, fast and in a hurry, cherries turnin. I pull off to the side of the road and he follows right behind me. :disgust:
So, I get a lovely ticket for doing 80 in a 70 zone. Yee-haw. Anyways, I had turned off the car when the cop walked up alongside the car to get my license and registration. The cop writes me a ticket, I tuck it in to my wallet, stick the key in the ignition, and turn it . . . and am greeted with this lovely pop-THUD sound followed by the engine NOT FREAKIN STARTING! :(
I try again, no dice. Hopping out of the car, I pop the hood and what do I find but the pressure cover blown off the battery, my battery SMOKING, and battery acid sprayed all over the underside of my hood. GREAT! I blew up my freaking battery!
By some stroke of luck, I had brought my Optima with this weekend, so I have a spare battery with me. But I left my tools at home and I'm 70 miles from my destination. ****. I call jrak123 to see if he has any ideas, leave a voicemail, and then call EternalOne. By some stroke of pure luck, E1 was just leaving Jackson and was only about 40 miles away from me. He turned around, called up a buddy and picked up some tools, then beat cleats down 94. We swap the battery, but there was a ton of corrosion on the terminals and we couldn't get a good connection, plus the battery had been sitting in storage for a few months so it was possibly dead. I hope in the car and John's skinny ass pushes me backwards down the incline so I can pop-start the car.
I follow John to a gas station and make the mistake of turning the car off. :( It won't start, so we try and push start the car AGAIN, but we can't get the car going fast enough, so he runs off to get jumper cables. Fortunately some local came along and was able to help me push the car fast enough to get her started. :)
So, back on the road, we get to Redford, I pull in and park, turn the car and then try to start it back up . . . NOTHING. Figuring we just have a bad connection, John and I go inside and call it a night.
The next morning, AtomicInternet comes over with a jump box and we get the car started. We drive to Meijer to pick up some food for the meet, and when I get back in the car, it again fails to start. :disgust: So there's me, Brad and John pushing the thing back and forth across the parking lot, trying to pop-start the car yet again. After a few failed attempts, we're stopped, grabbing a breather, when John mentions the ridiculous amount of corrosion on the battery terminals. Brad whips out the wire brush and cleans them, tightens everything down good and tight and VOILA! The car starts. So we had been pushing the thing all over the parking lot for absolutely nothing. :crazy:
The moral of the story? Michigan drivers suck, tickets are expensive, and finally, CHECK THE STUPID SIMPLE THINGS FIRST, STUPID! :flushed: