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I had about enough of this moronic behavior. Its bad enough I live in a state where driving is somehow a difficult chore. Minivans where just the icing of stupidity. I know I am not the only one who feels these people can’t drive. So anyways, I passed them and gave them a look of disgust.

I couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with them. They would stop in the middle of the intersection and look around while holding up traffic. I just figured it was another pinhead. I quickly forgot about it. I pulled up and out in front of the Zelo Rest. off of Nicolet to meet my friend. I have allready forgotten the incident with the minivan. I parked my car along the street, put some money in the meter and went on my merry way.

Little to my attention I see my fine feathered friends in the Minivan with their window down staring at me. I looked at them, and went on across the street. They continued to follow me. By this time I was becoming irritable with the situation. Right as I was infront of the Rest. they began bantering some nonsense, so I became confrontational at this point. Seeing as my privacy was being violated. I looked and said what the hell is your problem? They became flustered and suprised me by pulling out their Badges underneath their street clothing. I didn’t flinch for a second. I drew the line and gave them the finger out of anger. They must not have liked that I was a good looking white male driving a shiny Corvette with the License plate Disordr on it.

The young male officer, who appeared to be a virgin on the force, decided to run out of the Green Mini van and throw me against the wall cutting my neck and scraping my face and ripping my new suit to pieces. Then the other officer realized that his little grasshopper was beating an innocent bystander.

Don’t be a player hater I said kindly as he flipped me onto the ground repeatedly. They were pretty stupid beating me in front of a crowd of people. The other officer jammed his knee in my leg hyperextending it. Then they decided to strangle me to the point of asphiciation(spelling?). To make this sad story short. They cuffed me, threw me in the back of their Minivan and drove me to the station.

Talk about a pile of crap!! They where so sadly shookin up by the incident they didn’t realize what they did. The one officer said, allright Mr. Disordr you are going in for Disorderly Conduct. I looked at them and laughed while saying YOU JUST VIOLATED MY CIVAL RIGHTS mother %$#%$^. After they found out that I had no criminal or driving record, they began to panic.

They let me go with a ticket for disorderly conduct. The ticket was dropped and my lawyer sent a demand letter to the City the next day demanding compensation for damages done to his client. To add Icing to this cake, I had a 65 year War hero with no relation to me as my undeniable witness to my travesty. Gee do really think that being a player hater is all its cracked up to be. I guess those two cops learned there lesson not to play with JJ the Jet plane. That which does not kill you only makes you stronger.

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So i speed up and change lanes, and look who pulls up too, the Mustang GT.

The light ahead of us turned red right after. GREAT, the chance to dust some chump who thinks hes got speed.
The only thing i hate about racing mustangs and rice rockets are that i burn up so much gas when doing so! They usually arent even worth it!

So anyway, i look at the guy and give him a little rev. He answers back like i knew he would. Anyway aside from all this my car isntg too decked out, headers, no catalytic converters, performance mufflers, and a nice 410 rear end in it, as opposed to the stock 350) So the light turns green, and i dont even hit the gas at first.

This guy burns some rubber and jumps in front. But my mighty 4 barrel carburated 350V8 kicks in when i lay the gas on.
Thats the last thing he saw. As soon as i hit the gas, he was nowhere to be found. I didnt even need to keep the pedal down to keep my lead remained. His Mustang Gt had just as much power as my moms jeep grand cherokee.

Christian

He gave me a weird look, and I gave him the nod. He showed his off, I showed mine off – ahh, the sweet, angry howl of a tuned rotary, gotta love it – and the lights went green. He never had a chance. He put his foot down, I put my foot down, got slammed further and further into the seat. But when I looked in the rear view mirror, he was about half a mile back. Bet he wishes he never challenged me. Cos me and my RX-7 aren’t to be contended with.

Justin

I got to the racetrack, and my senses were instantly invaded with the smell of exhaust fumes, the sound of engines being hammered around the circuit, and the look of dark burnout marks on the track surface.

I entered the pit area and spoke to one of the mechanics there, he informed me that i would be able to get out onto the track in about 5 minutes, when the guy that was already out there was finished his run. Five minutes, and about a litre or so of sweat later, it was my turn.

I sank into the small, almost claustrophobic cockpit of the somewhat miniature racecar, and proceeded to start it up. I got out on the track, slowly at first, to get a feel for the car, then I throttled it. I was instantly warped to the other end of the straight I was on. Slammed on the anchors, turned hard, and was on the gas again before I could have said, “S**t, that was fast.” My heart raced as I put the car through corner after corner, straight after straight, lap after lap. After 20 laps, I could barely move. I slowly got out of the car, and took a quick trip to the ground, as I couldn’t walk properly. My whole body was shaking, as I’d just had the most amazing time of my life, and would do it again in a heartbeat…