Wild (Pony) Horses Couldn't Drag Me Away
It’s just a perfect early autumn day out here in the Hinterlands…@ 70F (25C) degrees, pure unobstructed sunshine balanced by cool air. I have been working the grounds & gardens; weed-whacking the sidewalk edges, clearing & carting off a good 5 large barrels of brush. Today has actually brought my old summer suntan back up to par.
I developed a helluva hunger & opted to order some sausage & pepperoni pizza pie. 30 minutes pickup. I quickly cleaned up & changed clothes. I’ve got a good 10 minutes to spare, so I’m taking the long way to the pizza joint with the 500E.
Songs from The Rolling Stones Made in the Shade album had been repeatedly looping thru my mind all day…possibly because of how rockingly awesome the day has been. I grabbed the CD & headed out to the garage then out to the local autobahn.
Out on the long straight, I open it up a little. The radar detector is giving an intermittent Ka signal, but I feel it is not a false signal. It keeps consistent. It doesn’t go away. OK, so I keep my speed right around 75-80mph.
Checking my rear view I see a white car coming up quickly. It’s got a Ford/Mercury nose which usually spells “Cop” in these parts, so I tone my speed down to about 72mph. The more I look at that nose, the more I think it’s a civilian just pounding the accelerator on this beautiful day. The straight starts turning into a sweeping curve. I open up more. I see the white car abruptly change from left to right lane as if heading to the exit I just passed.
I enter an “S” turn that I usually punch upon exit like a slingshot (while always paying attention to any oncoming traffic). As the “S” straightens out…here comes that white car with authority. I start pressing the accelerator. It keeps coming on strong. That white sunofabitch 's got power!
I stomp on the gas. Kick down kicks in. We are going in excess of 120mph, but I’m no longer watching the speedo…just the road & an occasional quick glance in the rearview. There are blockers on the bahn…a couple cars & semis. The white car can’t get any closer nor fall further behind.
Must be I’m the only one that hasn’t fallen to the wayside today. The white car bails at the next exit which I just passed. It better have good brakes 'cuz it's going in hot. I take the next exit to circle around to the pizza joint. Maybe I’ll catch sight of the car while driving thru town.
No.
But what it was must have been the later model Mustang SVT that I saw exercising its headers against a Maxima downtown yesterday. A quick websearch shows it’s a @ 5.0L, so we were definitely on somewhat of an equal footing…it with more HP, me with more torque & about 10 years more age (& most likely driving experience). Apparently content crushing others on the open road today, I could tell, though, that the SVT driver isn’t comfortable driving amongst obstacles.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Mustang_SVT_Cobra
My body is still pulsating. The pie is awesome.
The song playing, when this all took place, was this: "Rip This Joint". Rather Fitting.
As I’ll paraphrase from a post I read earlier today…”I Schummacher’d ‘im”.
And as I like to say, “There is No coincidence”.
It’s just a perfect early autumn day out here in the Hinterlands…@ 70F (25C) degrees, pure unobstructed sunshine balanced by cool air. I have been working the grounds & gardens; weed-whacking the sidewalk edges, clearing & carting off a good 5 large barrels of brush. Today has actually brought my old summer suntan back up to par.
I developed a helluva hunger & opted to order some sausage & pepperoni pizza pie. 30 minutes pickup. I quickly cleaned up & changed clothes. I’ve got a good 10 minutes to spare, so I’m taking the long way to the pizza joint with the 500E.
Songs from The Rolling Stones Made in the Shade album had been repeatedly looping thru my mind all day…possibly because of how rockingly awesome the day has been. I grabbed the CD & headed out to the garage then out to the local autobahn.
Out on the long straight, I open it up a little. The radar detector is giving an intermittent Ka signal, but I feel it is not a false signal. It keeps consistent. It doesn’t go away. OK, so I keep my speed right around 75-80mph.
Checking my rear view I see a white car coming up quickly. It’s got a Ford/Mercury nose which usually spells “Cop” in these parts, so I tone my speed down to about 72mph. The more I look at that nose, the more I think it’s a civilian just pounding the accelerator on this beautiful day. The straight starts turning into a sweeping curve. I open up more. I see the white car abruptly change from left to right lane as if heading to the exit I just passed.
I enter an “S” turn that I usually punch upon exit like a slingshot (while always paying attention to any oncoming traffic). As the “S” straightens out…here comes that white car with authority. I start pressing the accelerator. It keeps coming on strong. That white sunofabitch 's got power!
I stomp on the gas. Kick down kicks in. We are going in excess of 120mph, but I’m no longer watching the speedo…just the road & an occasional quick glance in the rearview. There are blockers on the bahn…a couple cars & semis. The white car can’t get any closer nor fall further behind.
Must be I’m the only one that hasn’t fallen to the wayside today. The white car bails at the next exit which I just passed. It better have good brakes 'cuz it's going in hot. I take the next exit to circle around to the pizza joint. Maybe I’ll catch sight of the car while driving thru town.
No.
But what it was must have been the later model Mustang SVT that I saw exercising its headers against a Maxima downtown yesterday. A quick websearch shows it’s a @ 5.0L, so we were definitely on somewhat of an equal footing…it with more HP, me with more torque & about 10 years more age (& most likely driving experience). Apparently content crushing others on the open road today, I could tell, though, that the SVT driver isn’t comfortable driving amongst obstacles.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ford_Mustang_SVT_Cobra
My body is still pulsating. The pie is awesome.
The song playing, when this all took place, was this: "Rip This Joint". Rather Fitting.
As I’ll paraphrase from a post I read earlier today…”I Schummacher’d ‘im”.
And as I like to say, “There is No coincidence”.
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