So I got my third one today! It isn't something I do even once a year but three success stories in my life...now it has become a hobby
I was heading into town today when I took notice of our local Barney Fife sitting in his favorite hiding place. Right after a bridge, and shielded by a bush for even perifial concealment. So I made a mental note of this and proceeded to head into town to drop of my letters and bills.
So I get done in town and I'm coming back the highway when I see a nice rig with stars and bars on the back window. For a moment I thought his rig may actually be bigger than my equally impressive "would bring a tear to any redneck's eye" rig so I pulled along side of him to size him up.
Wow, I took one look at this greasy gubber and instantly realized why the truck was leaning to the left. So I give a little toot-toot and crack a big ole smile behind a one finger salute. I couldn't really make out what the guy was yelling back but I did speed off yelling "northern pride forever."
The guy was playing catch-up when I downed my window and let my finger do the talking again. I was giving it good gas but let him inch pass me. No surprise, I next see a finger fly out his side window
So this bridge is about a mile away at this point and I slowly take it up to 85, then 90, then 95. This guy is all game and keeps steadfast to his "winning" distance ahead of me.
Here comes the bridge and I'm humming a little "She Be Coming Around the Mountain When She Comes..." Barney! You better have your net ready because I'm about to surface a big one!!!
Well I lay on the breaks just feet from the bridge and star-n-bars keeps going, peddle floored and rolling the coal. I look in my review mirror to see Barney light it up and burnout in the dirt
As Barney flew past me I mumbled "Welcome to the north my little barefoot southern buddy *sigh* It is times like this where I wonder if there is a special place in hell for me
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