So I'm up in Vegas a couple of weekends ago on business but in the Crossfire SRT6. I get going the wrong way on Hwy. 95 and have to turn around to get back on. Some rude bastards pull up behind me in a pickup truck and start blowing their horn incessantly. Being unfamiliar with North Las Vegas, I drove very slowly looking for the onramp. They continued to honk and ride my bumper (Aw, you figured out the ending) I finally found the onramp, by now the little swervy car orange light was glowing on my speedometer. I can't remember if I hammered it through the gears or hit the Warp Speed Button. All I remember is getting to the top of the very very long onramp and looking through my rearview mirror. It was as if I was looking back in time. There were those two A**holes beginning the accent on the onramp. It was like living one of Einstein's thought experiments. They later pulled up next to me on the freeway after I had slowed down and flipped me off. I looked down on the dashboard but couldn't find the button that launches the rockets. Guess I have to pull out the manual and read up.

 

You let them catch up?

Sissy.

 

Mr Max!

Where the Heck have you been?!?!

Your presence has been missed. Glad to see you are still around and great Kill...

Stay safe...


Respectfully,


Paul (MisterTaz)

 

Thanks Paul, That makes me feel good. I have been trying to make a buck off the March Lows in the stock market and the Real Estate lows in Las Vegas. After staring at a computer screen all day and some of the night, I just need to get away from it. Hence no posting. Things have slowed down a little now so I came back to read and post. I appreciate your gracious greeting. Jeff

 

To: Max

From: Max

If I hadn't let them catch up, they might think I was afraid of them. Can't just put my tailpipe between my tires and run away, now can I?