Imagine, Seattlites, that you're driving up 3rd Avenue toward Belltown. It's about eleven at night on a Friday, and you've got two friends in the car. You've just passed Zanadu Comics, and there's some guy in a convertible 911 Carrera obviously cruising with his date. You swing around him and start to pull past. He's not having any of this, so you see him surge up and past you. Then you kick the accelerator, and you and your friends laugh viciously as your little rice rocket leaves the Porsche behind.
You look up in time to see a bunch of drunk hipsters who were about to jaywalk run back on the sidewalk. You also see the truck stopped in your lane at a stoplight, and you stand on your brakes, which bring you to a perfect stop. The Porsche buzzes by, and one intrepid hipster runs off the curb to shake his fist at the 911. Of course, you can't let such an opportunity go.
You hit the gas and dart around the pickup that still hasn't started moving yet. Of course, this takes you close enough to the intrepid hipster doofus that he has to jump back. You find this horribly entertaining as you catch the Porsche. Even slowing down when you see a cop car doesn't dilute the visceral joy shared by you and your friends. If anything, seeing the cop car just makes the episode more entertaining.
Then, not ten minutes later, you have a group of drunk frat boys pull and and scream, "Nice car. Woo."
Now, imagine this all happened after watching The Dukes of Hazzard remake. Yeah.
By the way, I recommend that movie for everyone who liked the original show or Super Troopers. There's nothing really redeeming about the movie, but if you see it with a friend or two of similar inclinations, you'll laugh just for the sheer manic joy of the thing. If you like driving and cars, watching Rhys Millen take a '69 Dodge Charger around a large roundabout sideways for a minute and a half is worth the cost of a ticket.
The only downside to yesterday: as I was going to pick Luminaire up, one of my exes pulled up next to me. This wouldn't be a problem normally, but she's the one exe that you never really get over. Everyone has one, and she's been overly talkative to me lately. I remember what happened, and I remember her betrayal, so I'm smart enough not to want any part of her. I wasn't overly amused that fate would have her pull up beside me.
I spent the entire length of that long stoplight praying she wouldn't look over. Miracles of miracles, she didn't, and I zipped off without her noticing me.
You look up in time to see a bunch of drunk hipsters who were about to jaywalk run back on the sidewalk. You also see the truck stopped in your lane at a stoplight, and you stand on your brakes, which bring you to a perfect stop. The Porsche buzzes by, and one intrepid hipster runs off the curb to shake his fist at the 911. Of course, you can't let such an opportunity go.
You hit the gas and dart around the pickup that still hasn't started moving yet. Of course, this takes you close enough to the intrepid hipster doofus that he has to jump back. You find this horribly entertaining as you catch the Porsche. Even slowing down when you see a cop car doesn't dilute the visceral joy shared by you and your friends. If anything, seeing the cop car just makes the episode more entertaining.
Then, not ten minutes later, you have a group of drunk frat boys pull and and scream, "Nice car. Woo."
Now, imagine this all happened after watching The Dukes of Hazzard remake. Yeah.
By the way, I recommend that movie for everyone who liked the original show or Super Troopers. There's nothing really redeeming about the movie, but if you see it with a friend or two of similar inclinations, you'll laugh just for the sheer manic joy of the thing. If you like driving and cars, watching Rhys Millen take a '69 Dodge Charger around a large roundabout sideways for a minute and a half is worth the cost of a ticket.
The only downside to yesterday: as I was going to pick Luminaire up, one of my exes pulled up next to me. This wouldn't be a problem normally, but she's the one exe that you never really get over. Everyone has one, and she's been overly talkative to me lately. I remember what happened, and I remember her betrayal, so I'm smart enough not to want any part of her. I wasn't overly amused that fate would have her pull up beside me.
I spent the entire length of that long stoplight praying she wouldn't look over. Miracles of miracles, she didn't, and I zipped off without her noticing me.
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mistersatan:
The whole thing just smacks of mental instability to me, you know?
mistersatan:
I'm inclined to agree, but some of these people are older than either of us.