Justwondering
Well-Known Member
Alright, after the doctor visit this week (today-Friday), I was driving my husband home. We took the 350 Powerstroke so I could haul about 8,000 to 9,000 pounds of rock home to continue building up our all weather road. It's a big long truck (4 door crew cab, 1997) and a dump trailer just as long (gooseneck, load trail).
Its a Friday, our early afternoon doctor visit puts us in rush hour getting out of the big city (Dallas/Plano). We sit up a lot higher than most of the cars. After I hook up the trailer and start hauling I notice there seem to be more than the usual amount of short, low, new, square-assed mustangs determined to take off my left front quarter panel.
Apparently, these nitwits must believe my load is cotton-candy and light as a feather.
Then my husband points out that all those mustangs are actually dodges and chevys as well as mustangs. So we began keeping score of how many Chevy Mustangs, Dodge Mustangs, and Ford Mustangs were driving out there.
I swear-- from my vantage point, they all have the same square ass. Different logos and some slight difference in rear lights. They basically all look the same.
They are all driven by the same nimrod using a freaking cellphone:
Heavy rock:
Not a trailer of cotton candy:
I just want to get out of the truck and kick the crap out of the idiot behind the wheel.
But, I won't. This is the third doctor visit this week. Over 500 miles driven and again, nothing done on the house, nothing done on the 5th Avenue.
Just a wonderful afternoon with 70 degree weather, windows down, laughing at the nimnuts driving by and insulting every one of those cutesy squat cars as square assed dodge/chevy/ford mustangs. He had a great time and we both laughed a lot.
Its a Friday, our early afternoon doctor visit puts us in rush hour getting out of the big city (Dallas/Plano). We sit up a lot higher than most of the cars. After I hook up the trailer and start hauling I notice there seem to be more than the usual amount of short, low, new, square-assed mustangs determined to take off my left front quarter panel.
Apparently, these nitwits must believe my load is cotton-candy and light as a feather.
Then my husband points out that all those mustangs are actually dodges and chevys as well as mustangs. So we began keeping score of how many Chevy Mustangs, Dodge Mustangs, and Ford Mustangs were driving out there.
I swear-- from my vantage point, they all have the same square ass. Different logos and some slight difference in rear lights. They basically all look the same.
They are all driven by the same nimrod using a freaking cellphone:
Heavy rock:
Not a trailer of cotton candy:
I just want to get out of the truck and kick the crap out of the idiot behind the wheel.
But, I won't. This is the third doctor visit this week. Over 500 miles driven and again, nothing done on the house, nothing done on the 5th Avenue.
Just a wonderful afternoon with 70 degree weather, windows down, laughing at the nimnuts driving by and insulting every one of those cutesy squat cars as square assed dodge/chevy/ford mustangs. He had a great time and we both laughed a lot.