Aimless Driving
You have probably heard many stories like this from me if you know me. I seem to be known for my erratic driving skills. Although I must say, I have a pretty clean driving record. Enough about that, lets get on to the story.
I live in a pretty boring city in Massachusetts. We have our occasional shooting, murder, car crash etc. I would assume all cities have those. As bad as these things may seem, these are the things that bring excitement to my city, or at least I seem to think that they do. Since this is my space to vent, whatever I say goes.
All this excitement doesn�t seem to occur often enough for my liking, so I feel the need to go out and create my own excitement.
I went out the other day (12-22-02) to shoot pool with a buddy of mine since this is one of the few things to do around here. In all honesty there is only about five things to do in my city. You can go shoot pool, go to the movies, go to a mall, go to someone�s house to hang out, or drive around aimlessly, which I tend to find myself doing quite often. We shot pool for about an hour or two, which can become boring quite fast. After pool your choices are pretty limited to what you can do. Go home, or drive aimlessly around the city and other surrounding cities.
This story wouldn�t be as comical if you didn�t understand what I currently drive. I don�t have a picture at the current moment, but as soon as one is available I will throw it up here. Let me start by saying that my first car was a 1987 5.0L V8 Ford Mustang. Not the best of cars, but one of my favorites no matter what others say about them. When I drove this car, I was no stranger to speed. I was also willing to race whatever and whoever pulled next to me at a light or on any road. Well going from that car to this 1989 Oldsmobile Delta 88 with a 3.8L V6 and oh about 168,000 (yes that�s 168 and not a typo) miles on it, I still have my need for speed, although it�s a little harder to attain with this car. This car has earned the nickname �Red October�, for the simple fact that it�s red and about as big as a submarine. Granted this isn�t a sporty or high performance vehicle by any means. No matter what the vehicle though, I tend to push its ability to the peek performance that is allowed by the struggling engine.
Well now that you know about this shit box that I drive (mom�s car), I can go on with the story. After leaving the pool hall it was time to drive around. I have no idea how we got back to the pool hall after leaving, but that is where our travels took us. Pulling up to the light in front of the pool hall I noticed a car pulling beside me as its two lanes at this particular light. The car was a mid 80�s Chevy Camaro. It sounded decent enough, but I couldn�t tell if it was a V6 or V8. Not that it mattered to me. I was going to give it a run even if it was a viper next to me. If someone stops next to you at a light and feels the need to keep edging forward, then they feel the need to race. They seem to think that for some reason edging forward at a light will get them somewhere faster. (A tip for those of you out there who love to race random people around town. �Be careful whom you race out there. I�ve messed with some pretty crazy people out there who have followed me around the city till I lost them in the side streets. So be weary of who is in the car next to you.�) So needless to say when that light turned green the race was on. I was expecting to get blown off the line and blown away by this kid. However, quite to my disbelief �Red October� did exceptionally well. The Camaro took about a half car lead off the light. �Red October� wasn�t too far behind with a slight chirp of the wheels the big beast was off and steaming down the road. The kid probably thought he won, but he wasn�t aware that a crazy kid like me was driving. Well just picture this. Those two lanes turn quickly into one, but to me it was still two lanes because the race wasn�t over yet. So like the moron that I am I stayed right next to this kid even though I had to cross over the yellow lines to stay with him. Throughout the whole ordeal the farthest he ever got from me was about a foot, which is pretty sad for him. Thanks to my stubbornness and persistence to go on �Red October� won the race, even though I had to risk having a head on collision with on coming traffic. These are risks I�m willing to take. If you don�t like them, don�t get into a car with me.
So Camaro kid, if you�re out there in the cyber world somewhere know this, my buddy and I will forever be laughing at you, and so will many others who read about my antics.
Beware of �The Red October�