Anyone seen that new Dodge commercial? You know, where instead of the Hemi blowing away some race car, it's the one where the 95 Ford Taurus SHO blows past the Dodge Ram 1500 Quad Cab Hemi like it's standing still? Haven't seen it yet...? *evil grin*
I was on the highway, on my way home from a...very bad day. We'll leave it at that. I was not in the mood for, well, ANYTHING, and I see a pair of gigantic headlights in my rear view mirror, like two big eyes spying into my car. This truck was on my ass so hard I think I could feel the heat from the headlights. I could smell the bugs on his grill. I could see a piece of food stuck in the guy's teeth. Yeah, he was THAT CLOSE. This genius was humping my poor car's bumper because I wasn't going fast enough (I was doing 70 in a 65), and the cars in the right lane were even slower. I was passing them, but not fast enough, so he was livid.
Sufficed to say, I'm not exactly mr. happy camper myself. Don't let those teeth fool you - that's not a smile, that's my teeth clenched so hard I think I might bite through my own neck...and let's not forget about the vein on the side of my neck throbbing like two midgets wrestling in a wet sock.
The cars on the right subside - I've finally passed them! - and guess what? Mr. Joker figures he's going to pass me in his 'Hemi.' I don't think so, Scooter. Not after that treatment. I throw it back into 3rd at 65 mph, expecting him to fly by me as he jumps into the right lane, and even though I hear that Hemi rumble, he doesn't fly by me. He barely inches ahead of me. If that wasn't great enough, 3rd gear is still going strong, and even though that Hemi rumble is loud, that Yamaha growl is making its presence known and I'm pulling steadily away from the Ram. Another round of cars approach and I have to slow down, and he - from almost a car length behind me - continues flooring it and cuts me off, only to fly into the shoulder lane to pass some other cars.
At this point, I wasn't even mad that he had cut me off. I was laughing my ass off, starting to feel a little better, in knowing my 'little' V6 took his V8 Hemi, bent it over, and said over and over, 'say my name!'
Stats I've seen: Low 15 second quarter mile. Low end towing torque gives it a great launch, but it just doesn't breathe as well up high as the ol' SHO.
Catch phrase of the day: "That thing got a Hemi?"
Give me a break. I got a new catch phrase for you.
"That thing got a Yamaha?"
You're damn straight it does. B)
I was on the highway, on my way home from a...very bad day. We'll leave it at that. I was not in the mood for, well, ANYTHING, and I see a pair of gigantic headlights in my rear view mirror, like two big eyes spying into my car. This truck was on my ass so hard I think I could feel the heat from the headlights. I could smell the bugs on his grill. I could see a piece of food stuck in the guy's teeth. Yeah, he was THAT CLOSE. This genius was humping my poor car's bumper because I wasn't going fast enough (I was doing 70 in a 65), and the cars in the right lane were even slower. I was passing them, but not fast enough, so he was livid.
Sufficed to say, I'm not exactly mr. happy camper myself. Don't let those teeth fool you - that's not a smile, that's my teeth clenched so hard I think I might bite through my own neck...and let's not forget about the vein on the side of my neck throbbing like two midgets wrestling in a wet sock.
The cars on the right subside - I've finally passed them! - and guess what? Mr. Joker figures he's going to pass me in his 'Hemi.' I don't think so, Scooter. Not after that treatment. I throw it back into 3rd at 65 mph, expecting him to fly by me as he jumps into the right lane, and even though I hear that Hemi rumble, he doesn't fly by me. He barely inches ahead of me. If that wasn't great enough, 3rd gear is still going strong, and even though that Hemi rumble is loud, that Yamaha growl is making its presence known and I'm pulling steadily away from the Ram. Another round of cars approach and I have to slow down, and he - from almost a car length behind me - continues flooring it and cuts me off, only to fly into the shoulder lane to pass some other cars.
At this point, I wasn't even mad that he had cut me off. I was laughing my ass off, starting to feel a little better, in knowing my 'little' V6 took his V8 Hemi, bent it over, and said over and over, 'say my name!'
Stats I've seen: Low 15 second quarter mile. Low end towing torque gives it a great launch, but it just doesn't breathe as well up high as the ol' SHO.
Catch phrase of the day: "That thing got a Hemi?"
Give me a break. I got a new catch phrase for you.
"That thing got a Yamaha?"
You're damn straight it does. B)
