- Aug 18, 2002
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This is pretty funny... As I left to check out some used cars for my bro, I cruised along a 30 road at the usual 40-45.. not speeding dangerously or enough to get a ticket, not going too slow to piss everybody off.. just the right, normal cruising speed for that particular road. Furthermore, there was a light not far up ahead which seems to ALWAYS be red when you get there.
So anyhow, I'm halfway to the light when suddenly an early 90s model MX-6 (not sure if it was an MX-6 but it looked boxy/ugly.. I blame that on early 90s-ness) FLIES past me, clearly all pissed off - passing me on a solid line in a single lane. He gets to the red light, and a few seconds later I arrive right behind him. At that time I'm thinking "ha... sucker. what a dumbass (either that or he's in a really big rush)".
So we're waiting at the excessively-long red light. Fumes are coming out of the exhaust pipe quite a bit, and some passengers in the car comment jokingly on how our car's hood is smoking up (it wasn't, it's an invincible granny driven civic!
). So, next thing.. the best thing possible happens. The guy's emergency lights turn on, as the light turns green!
There is tons of smoke at this point, similar to what happened to Ultima's Dodge Shadow when the head gasket blew... although not as much smoke.
So basically he blew up his car trying to pass me to get to a red light.
His car was probably about to blow up anyway but it's just hilarious that it happened the way it did.
What's even funnier is, 2 hours later when we came back, the same route... he was still sitting in his car in the same spot as when we last saw him.
This time the hood was popped, and there was still smoke everywhere.

So anyhow, I'm halfway to the light when suddenly an early 90s model MX-6 (not sure if it was an MX-6 but it looked boxy/ugly.. I blame that on early 90s-ness) FLIES past me, clearly all pissed off - passing me on a solid line in a single lane. He gets to the red light, and a few seconds later I arrive right behind him. At that time I'm thinking "ha... sucker. what a dumbass (either that or he's in a really big rush)".
So we're waiting at the excessively-long red light. Fumes are coming out of the exhaust pipe quite a bit, and some passengers in the car comment jokingly on how our car's hood is smoking up (it wasn't, it's an invincible granny driven civic!
So basically he blew up his car trying to pass me to get to a red light.
What's even funnier is, 2 hours later when we came back, the same route... he was still sitting in his car in the same spot as when we last saw him.
