Finally got to run with a dirtball and his Mustang 5.0!!
 

Sunday I was heading out with a friend of mine to visit My Mom. School was sucking and I needed a nice long drive. My friend was trailing in his A3 Jetta. I was going up over some hills near Hollidaysburgm, PA. As I crested a hill on a 4 lane twisty road, I noticed a black cloud accompanying a Fear This!! sticker mounted crookedly across the monsters windshield. I nearly wrecked laughing. Unlike most 5-0's, this guy had some engine trouble. Oily smoke as dark as this guys mullet was pooring from under the hood and out of the fenders. His scuffy beard had trash in it, and his left window was duct taped in place. The stang itself was grey with brown rust, but in order to give it a more tasteful look, the hood was a pinkish red. The doors were decorated with many Accel and Crane Cams stickers, and of coarse the little shit head pissing on a Chevy emblem. The interior seemed to be red. I only noticed after he made a lane change and all of the Mcdonalds bags and Skoal cans flew out of the window, off the top of dash. To top it off this guy meant business. He gave me a menacing glare as he pulled up beside me at about 55mph. We were heading down hill. There was a quick right bend followed by a short, banked ,left 90 degree bend. He got all over his gas pedal and tried to pass me in the left lane. I just stayed in 5th and floored it, knowing once we hit the turn he would be in on coming traffics radiators. Sure enough he carried way to much speed into the turn and held a line into the wrong lane. Luckily no one was coming up the hill. He then managed to correct his line and get back into the lane as he tried to catch me. I hit second turn and lifted the throttle a bit to tighten the line, and then eased back onto to exit. After that I could only hear the friendly scumball, shifting and swaying from side to side trying to get through the turn.

About two miles later he tried to pass me going up a hill. It was a big long straigt away. He got into the other lane and jumped on it again. This time the Mighty 5-0 wouldn't have it, and desided to throw a pipe and some other assorted internals, unerneath the car. It popped and sputtered as he lost speed and drifted off the road onto a little pull-off.

On the way home, later that night, I saw the Mustang parked in the same pull-off with a dirty wife beater hanging off the antenna

LOL... Good job........Mullets Rule!!!

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!