What is it with the damn Van Dousche girls?
I swear, I run into this problem alot...Van Dousche hat wearing chicks in Saab convertables that think they are the shit.
It always starts out the same, she has the top down and is blasting some poser emo stuff while weaving through traffic. I have the top down and am blasting some Old School Lunch just cruising to work (taking the long way of course). She latches the Saab onto the Cobra's hindquarters and wants to get around me. I'm lugging around in 6th @ 40mph or so enjoying the day and I am afraid she's going to lodge her Saab into the back seat if I have to stop. She darts over and gets beside me and does the same thing to the car that is at about my front bumper. Then she manages to signal that she wants in my lane. This is not happening in my lifetime, hun...sorry to inform you. The car in front of her slows and turns off and we have an open road in front of us. She looks over at me and gives me a dirty look for getting in her way as I just slip it into second. She nails it as I wick into full boost and start spinning the tires as I go past her practically sucking her Saab into the black hole that was left behind me.
I am guessing at this point that it is pretty pointless to do anything else but annoy her as I slow down to let her catch up. The rest of the trip was spent just pacing her, being obnoxious while her pathetic little swedish mutt was trying to escape. I gracefully let her in front of me and she jumps onto the interstate. As the Saab struggles to get up to speed on the onramp I am poised once again for showing her what the ass of the Cobra looks like through the Hubble telescope. I wasn't going to pace her this time, just straight up ricer flyby in the meat of second gear right by her door. I lag back a bit and let some distance come between us and then just rail it. Fun times.
Remember kids, don't street race...this took place on a closed course.
It always starts out the same, she has the top down and is blasting some poser emo stuff while weaving through traffic. I have the top down and am blasting some Old School Lunch just cruising to work (taking the long way of course). She latches the Saab onto the Cobra's hindquarters and wants to get around me. I'm lugging around in 6th @ 40mph or so enjoying the day and I am afraid she's going to lodge her Saab into the back seat if I have to stop. She darts over and gets beside me and does the same thing to the car that is at about my front bumper. Then she manages to signal that she wants in my lane. This is not happening in my lifetime, hun...sorry to inform you. The car in front of her slows and turns off and we have an open road in front of us. She looks over at me and gives me a dirty look for getting in her way as I just slip it into second. She nails it as I wick into full boost and start spinning the tires as I go past her practically sucking her Saab into the black hole that was left behind me.
I am guessing at this point that it is pretty pointless to do anything else but annoy her as I slow down to let her catch up. The rest of the trip was spent just pacing her, being obnoxious while her pathetic little swedish mutt was trying to escape. I gracefully let her in front of me and she jumps onto the interstate. As the Saab struggles to get up to speed on the onramp I am poised once again for showing her what the ass of the Cobra looks like through the Hubble telescope. I wasn't going to pace her this time, just straight up ricer flyby in the meat of second gear right by her door. I lag back a bit and let some distance come between us and then just rail it. Fun times.
Remember kids, don't street race...this took place on a closed course.
Originally posted by solo_mata_me
Then she manages to signal that she wants in my lane. This is not happening in my lifetime, hun...sorry to inform you.
Then she manages to signal that she wants in my lane. This is not happening in my lifetime, hun...sorry to inform you.
I know what you mean. Very nice written story by the way.
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is this like a blue 9000 something and the girl looks really pale? if it is, its the same girl that bout friggin ran into a cop at orient/adamo. cop was writing a ticket, and guess she didnt see him when she tried to pass some car.
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Yea, that about sums it up...
El Pendejo Loco
2002 Suzuki Hayabusa
1507 "dry" block
Brocks megaphone
Spencercycle 10" swingarm
MPS auto shifter
Hays convertible clutch
Yea, that about sums it up...

Originally posted by jdk
...like they're on their way to get gangbanged....
...like they're on their way to get gangbanged....
maybe i should start following these women...
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El Pendejo Loco
2002 Suzuki Hayabusa
1507 "dry" block
Brocks megaphone
Spencercycle 10" swingarm
MPS auto shifter
Hays convertible clutch
Yea, that about sums it up...
El Pendejo Loco
2002 Suzuki Hayabusa
1507 "dry" block
Brocks megaphone
Spencercycle 10" swingarm
MPS auto shifter
Hays convertible clutch
Yea, that about sums it up...

Originally posted by JoeCobra
Yeah, I feel the same. Only I wish I had a tank so I could just blow the bitch off the road.
Yeah, I feel the same. Only I wish I had a tank so I could just blow the bitch off the road.
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Originally posted by solo_mata_me
I swear, I run into this problem alot...Van Dousche hat wearing chicks in Saab convertables that think they are the shit.
It always starts out the same, she has the top down and is blasting some poser emo stuff while weaving through traffic. I have the top down and am blasting some Old School Lunch just cruising to work (taking the long way of course). She latches the Saab onto the Cobra's hindquarters and wants to get around me. I'm lugging around in 6th @ 40mph or so enjoying the day and I am afraid she's going to lodge her Saab into the back seat if I have to stop. She darts over and gets beside me and does the same thing to the car that is at about my front bumper. Then she manages to signal that she wants in my lane. This is not happening in my lifetime, hun...sorry to inform you. The car in front of her slows and turns off and we have an open road in front of us. She looks over at me and gives me a dirty look for getting in her way as I just slip it into second. She nails it as I wick into full boost and start spinning the tires as I go past her practically sucking her Saab into the black hole that was left behind me.
I am guessing at this point that it is pretty pointless to do anything else but annoy her as I slow down to let her catch up. The rest of the trip was spent just pacing her, being obnoxious while her pathetic little swedish mutt was trying to escape. I gracefully let her in front of me and she jumps onto the interstate. As the Saab struggles to get up to speed on the onramp I am poised once again for showing her what the ass of the Cobra looks like through the Hubble telescope. I wasn't going to pace her this time, just straight up ricer flyby in the meat of second gear right by her door. I lag back a bit and let some distance come between us and then just rail it. Fun times.
Remember kids, don't street race...this took place on a closed course.
I swear, I run into this problem alot...Van Dousche hat wearing chicks in Saab convertables that think they are the shit.
It always starts out the same, she has the top down and is blasting some poser emo stuff while weaving through traffic. I have the top down and am blasting some Old School Lunch just cruising to work (taking the long way of course). She latches the Saab onto the Cobra's hindquarters and wants to get around me. I'm lugging around in 6th @ 40mph or so enjoying the day and I am afraid she's going to lodge her Saab into the back seat if I have to stop. She darts over and gets beside me and does the same thing to the car that is at about my front bumper. Then she manages to signal that she wants in my lane. This is not happening in my lifetime, hun...sorry to inform you. The car in front of her slows and turns off and we have an open road in front of us. She looks over at me and gives me a dirty look for getting in her way as I just slip it into second. She nails it as I wick into full boost and start spinning the tires as I go past her practically sucking her Saab into the black hole that was left behind me.
I am guessing at this point that it is pretty pointless to do anything else but annoy her as I slow down to let her catch up. The rest of the trip was spent just pacing her, being obnoxious while her pathetic little swedish mutt was trying to escape. I gracefully let her in front of me and she jumps onto the interstate. As the Saab struggles to get up to speed on the onramp I am poised once again for showing her what the ass of the Cobra looks like through the Hubble telescope. I wasn't going to pace her this time, just straight up ricer flyby in the meat of second gear right by her door. I lag back a bit and let some distance come between us and then just rail it. Fun times.
Remember kids, don't street race...this took place on a closed course.
That's awesome. What a great read.



