A letter to the D-Bag in the ZR1
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A letter to the D-Bag in the ZR1
Dear Sir,
Why? Just, why? I knew as soon as you pulled up next to at that red-light that there was something wrong with you, and you just proved it. You are an *******. Was it really necessary to red line your 600+ HP Corvette when the light turned green? Because of you, I am now partially deaf in my right ear. Your car made it sound as if I was standing on the track of a Formula 1 race. So I ask you again, why? Is your mid-life crisis that bad? Does your girlfriend, 20 years your junior, love you more now? Is your ***** that small? Do you not know how to drive your car, and can only beat 18 year olds with 200hp cobalts? Don't worry, you don't have to answer, because I already know. All of these things make you into the ******* you were today. Yes, your mid-life crisis is enormous. Yes, your girlfriend loves you more now, because this boost to your ego means your going to buy her something extra nice tonight. Yes, your ***** is tiny and you feel the need to compensate for it in other ways. Yes, you do not know how to drive your car. Perhaps if you knew what you were doing you would have actually been 4+ car lengths ahead of me, like you should have been at 7,000RPM, instead of 1 car length. That, actually would have almost been impressive. But no, instead you felt the need to deafen a broke college student in his cheap car.
Now you may be thinking of a legitimate excuse right now, but stop. There isn't one. You may have seen me accelerate hard from the last light or something like that, and have wanted to show me up, but that does not excuse your behavior. I rolled out of that light. I gave you no indication that I wanted to race. You drive a car with 3 times the amount of torque as mine. Your car would absolutely destroy mine. In the future, stick to cars with 1/2 the power. That way, you don't come off as big as a douche bag, but still have an easy kill since you can't shift your car.
In conclusion, I hope your happy. I went right home and cried myself to sleep, just like you thought I would. Wait, never mind, I didn't. I was laughing all the way home, because I pity you. Unlike you, and people like you, I have friends and a life. Not just bragging rights to beating a wimpy cobalt, and a girlfriend half my age who blows me for my big...wallet. Now that I think about it, I should be thanking you. You made my night. The real icing on the cake though was your license plate, "UD LOSE." Your right, I would, because my car pales in comparison to yours. So go and sleep with that little smirk on your face tonight. Just know that one day, when I have my own corvette, I will destroy you. Not only will I be beat you at that red-light, I will have already beaten you in life. I will have a family, and actual relationships, not just people who like my money and the other douche bags I hang out with.
Sincerely,
The Humble Teenager in the Cobalt
Cliffnotes: Broke college kid gets sorta smoked by an ******* in a ZR1 who doesn't know how to shift properly.
Why? Just, why? I knew as soon as you pulled up next to at that red-light that there was something wrong with you, and you just proved it. You are an *******. Was it really necessary to red line your 600+ HP Corvette when the light turned green? Because of you, I am now partially deaf in my right ear. Your car made it sound as if I was standing on the track of a Formula 1 race. So I ask you again, why? Is your mid-life crisis that bad? Does your girlfriend, 20 years your junior, love you more now? Is your ***** that small? Do you not know how to drive your car, and can only beat 18 year olds with 200hp cobalts? Don't worry, you don't have to answer, because I already know. All of these things make you into the ******* you were today. Yes, your mid-life crisis is enormous. Yes, your girlfriend loves you more now, because this boost to your ego means your going to buy her something extra nice tonight. Yes, your ***** is tiny and you feel the need to compensate for it in other ways. Yes, you do not know how to drive your car. Perhaps if you knew what you were doing you would have actually been 4+ car lengths ahead of me, like you should have been at 7,000RPM, instead of 1 car length. That, actually would have almost been impressive. But no, instead you felt the need to deafen a broke college student in his cheap car.
Now you may be thinking of a legitimate excuse right now, but stop. There isn't one. You may have seen me accelerate hard from the last light or something like that, and have wanted to show me up, but that does not excuse your behavior. I rolled out of that light. I gave you no indication that I wanted to race. You drive a car with 3 times the amount of torque as mine. Your car would absolutely destroy mine. In the future, stick to cars with 1/2 the power. That way, you don't come off as big as a douche bag, but still have an easy kill since you can't shift your car.
In conclusion, I hope your happy. I went right home and cried myself to sleep, just like you thought I would. Wait, never mind, I didn't. I was laughing all the way home, because I pity you. Unlike you, and people like you, I have friends and a life. Not just bragging rights to beating a wimpy cobalt, and a girlfriend half my age who blows me for my big...wallet. Now that I think about it, I should be thanking you. You made my night. The real icing on the cake though was your license plate, "UD LOSE." Your right, I would, because my car pales in comparison to yours. So go and sleep with that little smirk on your face tonight. Just know that one day, when I have my own corvette, I will destroy you. Not only will I be beat you at that red-light, I will have already beaten you in life. I will have a family, and actual relationships, not just people who like my money and the other douche bags I hang out with.
Sincerely,
The Humble Teenager in the Cobalt
Cliffnotes: Broke college kid gets sorta smoked by an ******* in a ZR1 who doesn't know how to shift properly.
Last edited by gpro; Aug 27, 2009 at 08:38 PM.
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Oh no, lets complain.. I woulda been like "wow.. that was ****** sweet.. a ZR1" I haven't even seen a ZR1 in person yet, so don't bitch about him acting like a tool. If he wants to spend a grand on a new clutch, let him. His car is better than yours anyway.
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sorry bud... that was me in my corvett... o wait nevermind i dont drive 1 **** u had my hopes up.. if i would have seen you pull from a light i would have showed u up also lol but more from a rool than a launch.
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at the old shop i worked at 200km on a new zr1 and the tranny was fucked, welded 2nd gear to the housing. put in new transmission, comes back a week later not being able to shift into gears. blew out syncro's. 3 transmissions in about 400km's
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Like I said, I literally started laughing out loud in my car.
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On a different note/thread jack... I was driving back home from Waterbury tonight, and saw a red GSR stuck in traffic... so flashed my lights and let him in the left lane to pass the slow *****'s in the right lane... then once we hit open road we played a while until i got home. It was pretty cool actually... I thought he'd be a dick, but we both had good time 