iceminion
02-12-2007, 10:39 AM
This happened a couple months ago, but I have to tell the story, its pretty funny(I think).
Cj and I were driving around in his 1990 F150 getting things done, using a pickup as it should be used: to carry crap around.
On top of the pile is my moms wheel barrel, we are leaving his parents house over by the MG high school, we come to an intersection right in front of the school, we need to go right.
We could not take a right because there was a continuous line of cars coming from the high school (must have been some huge game/play/concert).
In the 3 minutes we were waiting for a spot to open up, the driver, CJ, must have forgotten that we were indeed a pickup full of crap because when he saw a small opening he punched it.
>>The Ford 300 CID straight six is a fantastic engine, and the early 90s F150s are fantastic, we bought this truck for $74 (towing bill) and it has cost nothing to maintain, and it gets around 20MPG, pretty cool. This truck is a short box/short cab 2wd automatic, its pretty quick.
So my buddy lit up the tires, gripped, and we shot out into the traffic sideways as we take a right turn/drift.
Here is where the pictures come in: I look out back and see the bright yellow wheel barrel slide sideways, then back, it tilts up, and catches the wind.
Less then 3 seconds into the turn I manage to bark out "dude, slow down" but this is too late, the 20+mph wind catches the barrel and pushes it over its wheel and off the back of the truck.
I watched in slow motion as the barrel apexed and then fell down behind the tailgate, simultaneously revealing more and more the silver, dealer plated, 2007 BMW 7 Series only feet behind us, we are going 30+, maybe 40, we are screwed.
I close my eyes in horror, I don't care that the rich S.O.B is gonna be late to his cricket match, I do care about paying for this sh*t.
I hear honking, lots of honking, frantic honking, pulsing over and over again, did he swerve and avoid the falling object?
I open my eyes, the P.O.S. is still, somehow, hanging on the back of the truck!
At this point I tell CJ to "pull the Fu*k over, NOW!" (voice volume : 11)
Confused, and perplexed why I was yelling at him, CJ pulled off to the side.
He was probably expecting the driver behind us to honk, because he knew he was being an R-Tard by pulling out into fast moving traffic. So he didn't think anything of it, he probably thought I was going to puke, whatever.
Cj and I were driving around in his 1990 F150 getting things done, using a pickup as it should be used: to carry crap around.
On top of the pile is my moms wheel barrel, we are leaving his parents house over by the MG high school, we come to an intersection right in front of the school, we need to go right.
We could not take a right because there was a continuous line of cars coming from the high school (must have been some huge game/play/concert).
In the 3 minutes we were waiting for a spot to open up, the driver, CJ, must have forgotten that we were indeed a pickup full of crap because when he saw a small opening he punched it.
>>The Ford 300 CID straight six is a fantastic engine, and the early 90s F150s are fantastic, we bought this truck for $74 (towing bill) and it has cost nothing to maintain, and it gets around 20MPG, pretty cool. This truck is a short box/short cab 2wd automatic, its pretty quick.
So my buddy lit up the tires, gripped, and we shot out into the traffic sideways as we take a right turn/drift.
Here is where the pictures come in: I look out back and see the bright yellow wheel barrel slide sideways, then back, it tilts up, and catches the wind.
Less then 3 seconds into the turn I manage to bark out "dude, slow down" but this is too late, the 20+mph wind catches the barrel and pushes it over its wheel and off the back of the truck.
I watched in slow motion as the barrel apexed and then fell down behind the tailgate, simultaneously revealing more and more the silver, dealer plated, 2007 BMW 7 Series only feet behind us, we are going 30+, maybe 40, we are screwed.
I close my eyes in horror, I don't care that the rich S.O.B is gonna be late to his cricket match, I do care about paying for this sh*t.
I hear honking, lots of honking, frantic honking, pulsing over and over again, did he swerve and avoid the falling object?
I open my eyes, the P.O.S. is still, somehow, hanging on the back of the truck!
At this point I tell CJ to "pull the Fu*k over, NOW!" (voice volume : 11)
Confused, and perplexed why I was yelling at him, CJ pulled off to the side.
He was probably expecting the driver behind us to honk, because he knew he was being an R-Tard by pulling out into fast moving traffic. So he didn't think anything of it, he probably thought I was going to puke, whatever.