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Typical F-150 Owner: a Tale of 85 MPH Freeway Speeds, Fast Buicks, and Flying Cake
So there I was, on my way to school. I was just about to get on the 210 west (in California). On the onramp is one of those stoplights that let one person through at a time right? But it's two lanes, so two can go. So I was waiting for the greenlight, and this huge F-150 owner pulls next to me. Lifted, boggers, all the dumb shit. So I'm thinking, seeing as how that's an F-150 owner, I bet he's gonna try and pass me. Even though I had right of way (he had to merge into my lane). Sure enough, light turns green, and he chirps it. I ofcourse have too much horsepower, seeing as how I was driving a Buick Park Avenue Ultra. Not that much, but much better then an F-150. So I kept it slow till about 10 miles per hour, because if I floor it it causes a burnout. Then, after 10, I gun it. And I passsss him. Like 5 car lengths. So I laugh at my rearview mirror "Hahahah, F-150 owner, I pwned yooz!!1!"
So then I set my blinker, and go change lanes, one by one. Then, when I'm about to go into the fast lane, I check my mirror, nobody there, check my blind spot, also nobody. So I pull into the fast lane, and suddenly I hear ZOOOONNNNK (his horn). Apparently he had tried to catch up, and was trying to pass me in the fast lane, even though I had my blinker out, and he came out of nowhere.
Well, I guess he *thought* I had cut him off (remember, please, the Typical F-150 Owner isn't the intelligent sort), and tailgated me for about 5 minutes. Then, when there was room, he pulled to the right of me. I guess he wanted to flip me off or something, but I wouldn't know, because I ignored him. He was just an F-150 owner, after all. So then he pulls forward, so he's like at my 1-2 o'clock. He waves and waves, trying to get me to pull forward. Suddenly, his arm disappears.
What happens then? You won't believe it. A piece of cake comes flying out of his window. Yes, you read correct, cake. So it bounces off of my hood, windshield, and proceeds to cause a seven car pile-up behind me. Cake !
So then the Typical F-150 Owner drives around me, cuts me off, tailgates me, all the good shit. Eventually, I just think "Feel my r0><0rs Buick powrz0z, noob!!!", and shoot off into the distance.
And ofcourse, he comes up again, and proceeds to try and annoy me. Why, I don't know. Eventually I got sick of him, and shot off so far, he couldn't catch up in his slow-ass F-150.
Typical F-150 Owner. Yeesh.
The moral of the story? If you own an F-150, and want to scare other motorists, don't throw cake at them. Bakeware isn't as scary as you think. :dozey:
So there I was, on my way to school. I was just about to get on the 210 west (in California). On the onramp is one of those stoplights that let one person through at a time right? But it's two lanes, so two can go. So I was waiting for the greenlight, and this huge F-150 owner pulls next to me. Lifted, boggers, all the dumb shit. So I'm thinking, seeing as how that's an F-150 owner, I bet he's gonna try and pass me. Even though I had right of way (he had to merge into my lane). Sure enough, light turns green, and he chirps it. I ofcourse have too much horsepower, seeing as how I was driving a Buick Park Avenue Ultra. Not that much, but much better then an F-150. So I kept it slow till about 10 miles per hour, because if I floor it it causes a burnout. Then, after 10, I gun it. And I passsss him. Like 5 car lengths. So I laugh at my rearview mirror "Hahahah, F-150 owner, I pwned yooz!!1!"
So then I set my blinker, and go change lanes, one by one. Then, when I'm about to go into the fast lane, I check my mirror, nobody there, check my blind spot, also nobody. So I pull into the fast lane, and suddenly I hear ZOOOONNNNK (his horn). Apparently he had tried to catch up, and was trying to pass me in the fast lane, even though I had my blinker out, and he came out of nowhere.
Well, I guess he *thought* I had cut him off (remember, please, the Typical F-150 Owner isn't the intelligent sort), and tailgated me for about 5 minutes. Then, when there was room, he pulled to the right of me. I guess he wanted to flip me off or something, but I wouldn't know, because I ignored him. He was just an F-150 owner, after all. So then he pulls forward, so he's like at my 1-2 o'clock. He waves and waves, trying to get me to pull forward. Suddenly, his arm disappears.
What happens then? You won't believe it. A piece of cake comes flying out of his window. Yes, you read correct, cake. So it bounces off of my hood, windshield, and proceeds to cause a seven car pile-up behind me. Cake !
So then the Typical F-150 Owner drives around me, cuts me off, tailgates me, all the good shit. Eventually, I just think "Feel my r0><0rs Buick powrz0z, noob!!!", and shoot off into the distance.
And ofcourse, he comes up again, and proceeds to try and annoy me. Why, I don't know. Eventually I got sick of him, and shot off so far, he couldn't catch up in his slow-ass F-150.
Typical F-150 Owner. Yeesh.
The moral of the story? If you own an F-150, and want to scare other motorists, don't throw cake at them. Bakeware isn't as scary as you think. :dozey: