WOW!!! WHAT A LUNCH!!!!!
I decided to drop by the house for lunch today and my wife suggested that we travel to the local grocery store. It is a beautiful day here in New Orleans, soooo we jumped in the GN and headed the seven miles to the nearest decent grocery. As we travel the interstate, my wife calmly chides me "You won't even rev her for me?" I reply, "Of course honey, bide your time, someone will certainly test her." We load up the groceries and head back to the interstate. As the left turn light turns green and I proceed to slowly pull forward, A Mercedes Benz AMG SL55 flies right on my rear bumper. I finish the turn and briskly accelerate, allowing the gracious black beast to unwind ever so feverishly. As we spank that boy, my wife looks back and just smiles and yells - she has been newly won over to the dark side from a childhood of Ford-lovers. Anyhow, as we proceed to merge onto the interstate, the Red Sea of traffic is parted. The Benz pulls out and we both hammer it. By now, I have slowed to 40MPH to merge. We ran from 40 to 125MPH with me pulling him by 2 lengths - unbelievable. I slowed and as he passed, he just shook his head in shame and proceeded to take the next exit off the Highway of Shame. My 20 year old 80,000mile V6 Buick shamed that middle aged alpha male in his brand new $250,000 Mercedes. AHHHHHH The SWEET taste of VICTORY!!!!
I decided to drop by the house for lunch today and my wife suggested that we travel to the local grocery store. It is a beautiful day here in New Orleans, soooo we jumped in the GN and headed the seven miles to the nearest decent grocery. As we travel the interstate, my wife calmly chides me "You won't even rev her for me?" I reply, "Of course honey, bide your time, someone will certainly test her." We load up the groceries and head back to the interstate. As the left turn light turns green and I proceed to slowly pull forward, A Mercedes Benz AMG SL55 flies right on my rear bumper. I finish the turn and briskly accelerate, allowing the gracious black beast to unwind ever so feverishly. As we spank that boy, my wife looks back and just smiles and yells - she has been newly won over to the dark side from a childhood of Ford-lovers. Anyhow, as we proceed to merge onto the interstate, the Red Sea of traffic is parted. The Benz pulls out and we both hammer it. By now, I have slowed to 40MPH to merge. We ran from 40 to 125MPH with me pulling him by 2 lengths - unbelievable. I slowed and as he passed, he just shook his head in shame and proceeded to take the next exit off the Highway of Shame. My 20 year old 80,000mile V6 Buick shamed that middle aged alpha male in his brand new $250,000 Mercedes. AHHHHHH The SWEET taste of VICTORY!!!!