Not 10 minutes ago, driving home from a trip to Kinko's to scan some
photos. Pull up to a light with a mid-90's Toy Tacoma with what looked
to be 32" mudders (well, I know they're mudders, it said so). I'm
looking for my first spank. We creep forward a little, the light goes
green. Fair amount of chirp from everyone.
By the time I let off (I bailed early, as we were getting close to the
police station), he had a full length's lead on me, and was still
pulling away. He beat me like a redheaded stepchild. Where do I turn
in my DML membership? I'm no longer worthy.
I'm thinking there could be a few things that killed me here:
1) Tranny. I'd say it's a safe bet he had a stick, I've got slush.
2) Gearing. I've got a 3.55 out back.
3) Launch. I started pretty much from a dead idle and left it in drive
with O/D on (wasn't thinking too much).
Help me before I lose again!
-- -andyhttp://home.twcny.rr.com/andylevy/ --- andylevy@bigfoot.com ------------------------------------------------------------- "Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well armed lamb contesting the vote." Benjamin Franklin, 1759 -------------------------------------------------------------
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