Victory is mine
03-27-2015, 08:32 AM
#1
Victory is mine
Chicago traffic is a fustercluck.
It takes me an hour and a half to get to work and i live 30 miles away.
No one drives the same. No one uses signals and everyone cuts you off the second they get the chance. This is a real cutthroat place where no ones looking out for each other. Drug smugglers everywhere, cops don't care about speeders, broken down jalopies smoking down the road, going over potholes bigger than yo mammas thigh craters.
One raindrop on the ground and your 20 minute highway commute just turned into a two hour escapade of crawling one step forward at a time and when it lets up and you start going over 20 mph again you look around for a reason why you were going so slow in the first place and come up with blanks.
The side streets go from two to one and a half to one lanes at will. Kind of depends who's laying on the curb at the moment.
Well there i was in my beast ass 1999 red trailblazer in the left 'lane', awaiting my peaceful ascendance of speed for when the light turned green. There was a man or something that had cut me off earlier, then switched lanes, got caught behind a car, i passed him, he tried to make it around again and failed. Funny to watch but dangerous to be around, considering the aforementioned factors.
Well he crawled around me waiting at the red light into the right lane. His rusty 96 crown victoria had more lifter tick than a time bomb and smoke was coming from inside the cabin, under the hood, under the car, everywhere. I couldnt make heads or tails of the source and smelled like gas, oil and 1969.
Ahead of the intersection lied a quite obvious bus parked in the right lane. Why the man in the crown vic decided he wanted to pull into the right lane is beyond me considering he will just have to switch right back. So i took it upon myself to ensure that he doesnt get to pass me. Just to make him know his mistake.
My blazer has 4.3 liters of 6 cylinder fury, making well over 140 horsepower to any of the four wheels at a time. Weight reduction includes rusty panels and missing floormats. But i drive a fawking cobalt. I know what the hell im doing.
Light turns green and the jagoff goes for it. Little did he know that i was going for it too.
We were approaching the bus rapidly. By rapid im talking 25+ miles an hour.
Side by side, my white knuckles gripped my steering wheel, torn synthetic leather losing its grounding beneath my grubby fingers. Kicking into second gear, i notice the man have to slam on his brakes because it was either that or slam into a bus.
Victory was mine! Approximately 4 seconds later he made his way back around me and flew off, taking a hard right moments later to go do whatever he had to do. I hope all is well.
It takes me an hour and a half to get to work and i live 30 miles away.
No one drives the same. No one uses signals and everyone cuts you off the second they get the chance. This is a real cutthroat place where no ones looking out for each other. Drug smugglers everywhere, cops don't care about speeders, broken down jalopies smoking down the road, going over potholes bigger than yo mammas thigh craters.
One raindrop on the ground and your 20 minute highway commute just turned into a two hour escapade of crawling one step forward at a time and when it lets up and you start going over 20 mph again you look around for a reason why you were going so slow in the first place and come up with blanks.
The side streets go from two to one and a half to one lanes at will. Kind of depends who's laying on the curb at the moment.
Well there i was in my beast ass 1999 red trailblazer in the left 'lane', awaiting my peaceful ascendance of speed for when the light turned green. There was a man or something that had cut me off earlier, then switched lanes, got caught behind a car, i passed him, he tried to make it around again and failed. Funny to watch but dangerous to be around, considering the aforementioned factors.
Well he crawled around me waiting at the red light into the right lane. His rusty 96 crown victoria had more lifter tick than a time bomb and smoke was coming from inside the cabin, under the hood, under the car, everywhere. I couldnt make heads or tails of the source and smelled like gas, oil and 1969.
Ahead of the intersection lied a quite obvious bus parked in the right lane. Why the man in the crown vic decided he wanted to pull into the right lane is beyond me considering he will just have to switch right back. So i took it upon myself to ensure that he doesnt get to pass me. Just to make him know his mistake.
My blazer has 4.3 liters of 6 cylinder fury, making well over 140 horsepower to any of the four wheels at a time. Weight reduction includes rusty panels and missing floormats. But i drive a fawking cobalt. I know what the hell im doing.
Light turns green and the jagoff goes for it. Little did he know that i was going for it too.
We were approaching the bus rapidly. By rapid im talking 25+ miles an hour.
Side by side, my white knuckles gripped my steering wheel, torn synthetic leather losing its grounding beneath my grubby fingers. Kicking into second gear, i notice the man have to slam on his brakes because it was either that or slam into a bus.
Victory was mine! Approximately 4 seconds later he made his way back around me and flew off, taking a hard right moments later to go do whatever he had to do. I hope all is well.
04-22-2015, 11:12 AM
#24
Chicago traffics got me flabbergasted,
Ambulances hog the passage, taxi bastards everlasting,
Gotta make your own paths and take ya chances,
Noones waiting for your slow reaction, honda civic status.
And the highways no better than the sidestreets,
Any route is obsolete, traffic takes over like monopolys...
And obviously the cops will be coasting at the same velocity
So they cant even peep my point of view, like astronomy
Anyways, my 99 blazers keeping haters biting and my day exciting
Took a red light race enticing with a Merc in up the lane besides me
He thought i was playing; I be taking my sleeper status grade that's Ivy,
Afraid he might be shooting up the place like I.V.s I had to make him stay behind me
In the city of sleepless nights it seems right, the police might
Hear my tires screech, but I know my V-6 Bites
So we waited for the green light and proceed, right?
Dude had to slow down his speed or hit a bus, took all of his steeze, nice.
