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Almost every day that I am on the road, there is some testosterone fueled nimrod who wants to race me. It goes the same way every time:

We're stopped at the stoplight, and I hear nimrod next to me rev his engine. Rolling my eyes, I look over at him, and he says "Want to race?" My reply: "You have a small dick." Testosterone boy continues to rev his engine, I assume, to try and prove that he does not, in fact, have a small dick. I am not convinced. The light turns green, and since I am extremely competitive, and my elevator does not go all the way up, I floor it. Of course, like always, when speeds exceed 10 (yes, I said 10) miles over the limit, tiny dick man slows down, while I zoom past, pointing and laughing.

At the next traffic light, Mr. Hot Shit won’t even look at me. I yell “pussy” at him out my window and watch his face turn red. The light turns green and he speeds off, but no faster than 10 over, trying to act like a hard ass.

What kills me is that I drive a 2001 Dodge Stratus with 69,000 miles on it. It’s one tire in the grave. It’s not a fucking Mustang or Firebird or some shit. Also, if you are going to race, don’t puss out. I mean, I understand the safety of the other drivers and that, but you are challenging someone to a race. This isn’t kindergarten. Arrg.

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Almost every day that I am on the road, there is some testosterone fueled nimrod who wants to race me.  It goes the same way every time:

We're stopped at the stoplight, and I hear nimrod next to me rev his engine.  Rolling my eyes, I look over at him, and he says "Want to race?"  My reply: "You have a small dick."  Testosterone boy continues to rev his engine, I assume, to try and prove that he does not, in fact, have a small dick.  I am not convinced  The light turns green, and since I am extremely competitive, and my elevator does not go to the top floor, I floor it.  Of course, like always, when speeds exceed 10 (yes, I said 10)  miles over the limit, tiny dick man slows down, while I zoom past, pointing and laughing. 

At the next traffic light, Mr. Hot Shit won’t even look at me.  I yell “pussy” at him out my window and watch his face turn red.  The light turns green and he speeds off, but no faster than 10 over, trying to act like a hard ass.

What kills me is that I drive a 2001 Dodge Stratus with 69,000 miles on it.  It’s one tire in the grave.  It’s not a fucking Mustang or Firebird or some shit.  Also, if you are going to race, don’t puss out.  I mean, I understand the safety of the other drivers and that, but you are challenging someone to a race.  This isn’t kindergarten. Arrg.

Maybe you look like Danica Patrick or something? *shrugs*

By the way... Wanna race? :grin :tongue: :grin

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Sexist comments welcome here I am sure but.....I am a woman and I get this from women too so be fair. It isn't just men who are jerks behind the wheel.

I kinda like men better...women just do it to be bitches.

I had a supped up convertable once 6 cillendar engine (fast as shit) vibrated it went so fast. I was so proud of that car.

I didn't want to race or get busted but liked the attention especially when guys pulled up next to me and reved up their engines in a challenge. They knew I could take them and just wanted a shot.

Almost every day that I am on the road, there is some testosterone fueled nimrod who wants to race me.  It goes the same way every time:

We're stopped at the stoplight, and I hear nimrod next to me rev his engine.  Rolling my eyes, I look over at him, and he says "Want to race?"  My reply: "You have a small dick."  Testosterone boy continues to rev his engine, I assume, to try and prove that he does not, in fact, have a small dick.  I am not convinced.  The light turns green, and since I am extremely competitive, and my elevator does not go all the way up, I floor it.  Of course, like always, when speeds exceed 10 (yes, I said 10)  miles over the limit, tiny dick man slows down, while I zoom past, pointing and laughing. 

At the next traffic light, Mr. Hot Shit won’t even look at me.  I yell “pussy” at him out my window and watch his face turn red.  The light turns green and he speeds off, but no faster than 10 over, trying to act like a hard ass.

What kills me is that I drive a 2001 Dodge Stratus with 69,000 miles on it.  It’s one tire in the grave.  It’s not a fucking Mustang or Firebird or some shit.  Also, if you are going to race, don’t puss out.  I mean, I understand the safety of the other drivers and that, but you are challenging someone to a race.  This isn’t kindergarten. Arrg.

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I raced some guy in a yellow beamer once On 696. At the time I had a "psuedo" sports car, it was 98 dodge avenger 6 cylinder....to make a short story even shorter I smoked his ass...going about 120 mph...he finally slowed down, I guess it was too fast for him. I'm just glad there wasn't any state cops around, since I was smashed off my ass at the time. I recall it being quite a rush..even if it was a totally stupid and wreckless thing to do. I would'nt even bother trying to race anyone in my current vehicle, its too slow.

If somones going to challenge you to a race they should at least have the balls go more than 10 over....thats nothing...most of the time I'm going 20 over just to go to work...im not racing anything but the clock.

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I am an asshole driver. If someone wants to race ME, I act like I want to race, but then I accelerate real slow and let them race off like the idiot that they are....I hate when people want to race. It is dangerous, and that is what is wrong with drivers/traffic today. One ass hole makes 10 assholes.

I find that with my new Scion car, people are speeding around me, and cutting me off and whipping around me like I am trying to race or show them up?!?! Which I am not...I am just driving along, but they persist to do these things to me?!?! I don't know if they want to look at the car or get me to crash because it is so much cooler than their car....J/K

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON DRIVING ISSUES! :doh

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I have never gone over 120 I am a scardy cat.

I raced some guy in a yellow beamer once On 696. At the time I had a "psuedo" sports car, it was 98 dodge avenger 6 cylinder....to make a short story even shorter I smoked his ass...going about 120 mph...he finally slowed down, I guess it was too fast for him. I'm just glad there wasn't any state cops around, since I was smashed off my ass at the time. I recall it being quite a rush..even if it was a totally stupid and wreckless thing to do. I would'nt even bother trying to race anyone in my current vehicle, its too slow.

If somones going to challenge you to a race they should at least have the balls go more than 10 over....thats nothing...most of the time I'm going 20 over just to go to work...im not racing anything but the clock.

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i miss my old VW golf :(

and my last Peugeot was very quick but a bugger to keep on 4 wheels (but its more fun if the car doesnt behave well)

used to blow most "done up" chavmobiles in it and it was battered to hell (it was a hillclimber at heart, and some forestry tracks are fun to do at 60)

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Almost every day that I am on the road, there is some testosterone fueled nimrod who wants to race me.  It goes the same way every time:

We're stopped at the stoplight, and I hear nimrod next to me rev his engine.  Rolling my eyes, I look over at him, and he says "Want to race?"  My reply: "You have a small dick."  Testosterone boy continues to rev his engine, I assume, to try and prove that he does not, in fact, have a small dick.  I am not convinced.  The light turns green, and since I am extremely competitive, and my elevator does not go all the way up, I floor it.  Of course, like always, when speeds exceed 10 (yes, I said 10)  miles over the limit, tiny dick man slows down, while I zoom past, pointing and laughing. 

At the next traffic light, Mr. Hot Shit won’t even look at me.  I yell “pussy” at him out my window and watch his face turn red.  The light turns green and he speeds off, but no faster than 10 over, trying to act like a hard ass.

What kills me is that I drive a 2001 Dodge Stratus with 69,000 miles on it.  It’s one tire in the grave.  It’s not a fucking Mustang or Firebird or some shit.  Also, if you are going to race, don’t puss out.  I mean, I understand the safety of the other drivers and that, but you are challenging someone to a race.  This isn’t kindergarten. Arrg.

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I know how you feel ...IT USE TO HAPPEN TO ME EVERYDAY in california when I own a honda CRX, and yes its ALWAYS MEN!!! I hated it to its just fucking anoying as all hell!!! ....

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