Well, I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I would post a funny, and very true story
It's a warm day in Chitown. Remember those days.., c'mon.., it was only a few months ago,
I'm driving down to the west side to meet my connect, Normally, I drive a regular middle of the road SUV. This time, my wife has the SUV, and that leaves me with my other car.
My other car is a 1994 red Trans AM convertible. No big deal, the cars not worth much at all, at least not to anyone but me. I've had the car since it was born, and I'll never let it go, well, except this one time.
Here I am driving through k-town on the west side with the top down jamming my stereo.
A 47 yr old white dude getting all kinds of looks and comments and whoops and hollers, while I'm jamming my Led Zep. I'm laughing my butt off and not afraid at all, cause I'm starting to know the area pretty well, and I always take a 0.5mg klonopin before I visit, just to take the edge off.
So I meet my guy, the deal is done in an alley, and I hear him mumble something about letting him try my Trans AM. I ask, what did you say? He says it louder, and to his (and my) surprise, I toss him the keys, and say, lets do this. First thing he does of course, is change the radio, and he jams it ten times louder than I had. Obviously, the fun has begun, he starts racing literally over 100 MPH at times through the hood. It was hilarious, we were buzzing all the corner dudes, making them jump around. He was scaring the sh*t out of me racing through those traffic circles at the intersections, you know the ones. This man would barely slow down enough for the speed bumps. The whole thing was out of control, but in a fun way. I actually learned his real name that day because people were yelling at him to slow the f**ck down, while using his real name.
We buzzed by every section of that entire west side. Eventually, my sanity kicked in, or maybe the klonopin started wearing off. Now I'm thinking things like Oh god, I'm gonna get in a wreck right here. How do I explain this sh*t to my wife. Then I kept on thinking, oh god, if we get pulled over, he's just gonna bail, and I've gotta eat all this dope. Of course, that's when it got serious, I don't want to eat all of that, no way, I've got plans for the weekend.
So finally, I ask him to pull the Trans AM over whenever he sees a good spot for him to exit , so I can be on my way. He did, and he said laughing, "there you are my man, the car is now broken in for you". We were laughing so hard the whole time. All of the people around us in the hood were laughing and yelling at us as well. And when I drove by, they were asking me for their turn at the Trans Am , while lightly tapping the car, as well as on my shoulder.
I did make way onto 290 eventually, and then it really hit me...WHERE THE F**K WERE THE COPS?? They had to be watching this. Were they laughing too? How did I get that lucky? Have I lost my mind? Who knows, but I'm fine, the cars fine, it's all good. Funny thing, the T.A. actually does run a little better now that it's "broken in". I will only visit the west side in my SUV from now on, but that was one crazy experience. It ain't never gonna happen again though. I realize how lucky I was that day.
It's a warm day in Chitown. Remember those days.., c'mon.., it was only a few months ago,
I'm driving down to the west side to meet my connect, Normally, I drive a regular middle of the road SUV. This time, my wife has the SUV, and that leaves me with my other car.
My other car is a 1994 red Trans AM convertible. No big deal, the cars not worth much at all, at least not to anyone but me. I've had the car since it was born, and I'll never let it go, well, except this one time.
Here I am driving through k-town on the west side with the top down jamming my stereo.
A 47 yr old white dude getting all kinds of looks and comments and whoops and hollers, while I'm jamming my Led Zep. I'm laughing my butt off and not afraid at all, cause I'm starting to know the area pretty well, and I always take a 0.5mg klonopin before I visit, just to take the edge off.
So I meet my guy, the deal is done in an alley, and I hear him mumble something about letting him try my Trans AM. I ask, what did you say? He says it louder, and to his (and my) surprise, I toss him the keys, and say, lets do this. First thing he does of course, is change the radio, and he jams it ten times louder than I had. Obviously, the fun has begun, he starts racing literally over 100 MPH at times through the hood. It was hilarious, we were buzzing all the corner dudes, making them jump around. He was scaring the sh*t out of me racing through those traffic circles at the intersections, you know the ones. This man would barely slow down enough for the speed bumps. The whole thing was out of control, but in a fun way. I actually learned his real name that day because people were yelling at him to slow the f**ck down, while using his real name.
We buzzed by every section of that entire west side. Eventually, my sanity kicked in, or maybe the klonopin started wearing off. Now I'm thinking things like Oh god, I'm gonna get in a wreck right here. How do I explain this sh*t to my wife. Then I kept on thinking, oh god, if we get pulled over, he's just gonna bail, and I've gotta eat all this dope. Of course, that's when it got serious, I don't want to eat all of that, no way, I've got plans for the weekend.
So finally, I ask him to pull the Trans AM over whenever he sees a good spot for him to exit , so I can be on my way. He did, and he said laughing, "there you are my man, the car is now broken in for you". We were laughing so hard the whole time. All of the people around us in the hood were laughing and yelling at us as well. And when I drove by, they were asking me for their turn at the Trans Am , while lightly tapping the car, as well as on my shoulder.
I did make way onto 290 eventually, and then it really hit me...WHERE THE F**K WERE THE COPS?? They had to be watching this. Were they laughing too? How did I get that lucky? Have I lost my mind? Who knows, but I'm fine, the cars fine, it's all good. Funny thing, the T.A. actually does run a little better now that it's "broken in". I will only visit the west side in my SUV from now on, but that was one crazy experience. It ain't never gonna happen again though. I realize how lucky I was that day.
