So,
I go off to UPS to drop off today's items at the airport late drop off....
UPS shuts down at the airport around 10PM. I've got about 15 minutes to make a 18 minute drive. No margin for error. So silly me gets off on the WRONG exit near the airport and has to do a flying 180 on the expressway (well not quite) but it was probably illegal.
As I head bakc to the airport and get off near where I think I'm supposed to be going, I spot a .... UPS truck. I figure, there's only ONE place that truck is going near the airport at this time.
So ... I TRY to get in behind him. I get stuck next to a BEAT UP (and i mean beat up) camaro. He thinks I'm trying to race him, but in reality i'm trying to keep up with the UPS truck.
Finally we got one of the many desolate roads near the airport at 10PM. I get an opening and hit the gas to reel in the UPS truck. (the speed limit is ... 30 MPH, mind you.)
I hit 35, nope.... 40, nope.... 50, fat chance..... 55, nada.... 60... 65.... 70.... 75....80!??!?!?!?!? still no ground is gained on the UPS truck. I look ahead and see a pretty sharp turn coming up and I think that my GMPP is going to pay off here... To my surprise I see no brake lights on the back of the UPS truck and he enters the turn. So, figuring I can handle that, I barrel in after him and start to make ground on him through the turn at about 85 mph. The car BARELY held the corner and was partially my fault as I had the wrong angle coming into the turn.
This cat and mouse happened for probably the next 5 minutes of driving until sure enough, the truck pulls into the UPS building at the airport. Unfortunatley for me, its 10:10 PM and the pickup area for customers is closed. Luckily however, the truck is waiting at the security gate to get in, so I grab my packages and make a mad dash up to him (airport security rent-a-cop didn't like that too much).
I ask the dude to take the packages as I'm late and he's like "sure, no problem!". As I turn away, I ask him..... "so how fucking fast were you going back there?"
He was so intent on HIS driving, he didn't even realize that I had been chasing him for 5+ minutes. His reply was, "man I was goin' pretty f'in fast dawg.... They really teach us how to drive these things" *wink*
I then got back in my car and headed home. Ahhhh the smell of heaviloy used brakes !
The End, Back to Coding time !
I go off to UPS to drop off today's items at the airport late drop off....
UPS shuts down at the airport around 10PM. I've got about 15 minutes to make a 18 minute drive. No margin for error. So silly me gets off on the WRONG exit near the airport and has to do a flying 180 on the expressway (well not quite) but it was probably illegal.
As I head bakc to the airport and get off near where I think I'm supposed to be going, I spot a .... UPS truck. I figure, there's only ONE place that truck is going near the airport at this time.
So ... I TRY to get in behind him. I get stuck next to a BEAT UP (and i mean beat up) camaro. He thinks I'm trying to race him, but in reality i'm trying to keep up with the UPS truck.
Finally we got one of the many desolate roads near the airport at 10PM. I get an opening and hit the gas to reel in the UPS truck. (the speed limit is ... 30 MPH, mind you.)
I hit 35, nope.... 40, nope.... 50, fat chance..... 55, nada.... 60... 65.... 70.... 75....80!??!?!?!?!? still no ground is gained on the UPS truck. I look ahead and see a pretty sharp turn coming up and I think that my GMPP is going to pay off here... To my surprise I see no brake lights on the back of the UPS truck and he enters the turn. So, figuring I can handle that, I barrel in after him and start to make ground on him through the turn at about 85 mph. The car BARELY held the corner and was partially my fault as I had the wrong angle coming into the turn.
This cat and mouse happened for probably the next 5 minutes of driving until sure enough, the truck pulls into the UPS building at the airport. Unfortunatley for me, its 10:10 PM and the pickup area for customers is closed. Luckily however, the truck is waiting at the security gate to get in, so I grab my packages and make a mad dash up to him (airport security rent-a-cop didn't like that too much).
I ask the dude to take the packages as I'm late and he's like "sure, no problem!". As I turn away, I ask him..... "so how fucking fast were you going back there?"
He was so intent on HIS driving, he didn't even realize that I had been chasing him for 5+ minutes. His reply was, "man I was goin' pretty f'in fast dawg.... They really teach us how to drive these things" *wink*
I then got back in my car and headed home. Ahhhh the smell of heaviloy used brakes !
The End, Back to Coding time !