Driving home from work yesterday on the same winding east range road that I always take to and from work and get behind a white silverado. Not uncommon as lots of folks travel this road going to Fort Hood or use it as a cut through to Killeen. Sometimes you'll see the occasional tree trimmer with their low-boy trailers overfilled with the days trimming. Most of those folks will usually slow down so you can pass. This day was different....
Silverado slows down in front of me, I begin to pass and a tan, heavily tattooed arm waves me to stop. I pull up beside and the guy asks, "what do you have in there?"
I say, "just a little V6."
He says, " I got 6.0 in here, you wanna run'em?"
I say, "Sure but you'll need a head start if we do that."
In a really hick/southern drawl, "I ain't gonna need no damn head start! You ready? I'll count it down."
He counts down "3-2-1!"
I really enjoy the sound of a loud glass pack exhaust system so I let him take off about 2 maybe 3 car lengths ahead of me. I then take a good second maybe second and half to mash the pedal to the floor. As my TR is just shifting into second, I come by that silverado like it was standing still.
I let off the throttle and continued my lazy drive home...
