Windveil Blues
OLD FART
After reading and thoroughly considering the Surgeon General's Warning, I decided to take my Stang out for some badly needed playtime today, as our weather has finally started to improve. My intent was just to clean out the carbon and have a little test and tune time. It was safe now as our flood waters receded near where I live (although the company I work for may be submerged by tonight, as the Meramec River is rising at the rate of 8 inches per hour... we have been sandbagging for two days, and I work at a Caterpillar dealership so you know how much expensive iron we have on hand to move to higher ground).
Anyway, I went up to work to make sure a certain piece of equipment was in place and dry for a photo shoot tomorrow morning for some goober with a roundy-rounder race car, a Busch car, I think. I took some cell phone shots of the rising river and said goodbye as it looked like maybe it would rain again at any moment.
Well, the wonderful thing about flooded roads is... they close them way farther back than necessary, and the service road in front of our building makes a perfect 1/8th mile! One of the guys I work with just bought an '07 Z350 with a few mods, and has been bad-mouthing me for days because I wouldn't drive my car to work. Until today. He isn't mouthing off any more... trust me. I humiliated him three times... in front of all the spectators from work who had come out to check the flood level... LOL. What's worse? His dad is my boss... LMAO!
I decided to haul ass in case the local Johnny Law was cruising in to make sure nobody was wakeboarding on the river or drag racing on the closed access road. On the way home, the traffic sucked because all of the other main highways are now closed due to the massive flooding here. However, Mr. midlife crisis in a late model, very pretty 'Vette was trying as hard as I was to get next to each other to shoot the shit in the long traffic line, but we just couldn't. A friendly wave was all we could accomplish, but we had fun trying...
Jim
Anyway, I went up to work to make sure a certain piece of equipment was in place and dry for a photo shoot tomorrow morning for some goober with a roundy-rounder race car, a Busch car, I think. I took some cell phone shots of the rising river and said goodbye as it looked like maybe it would rain again at any moment.
Well, the wonderful thing about flooded roads is... they close them way farther back than necessary, and the service road in front of our building makes a perfect 1/8th mile! One of the guys I work with just bought an '07 Z350 with a few mods, and has been bad-mouthing me for days because I wouldn't drive my car to work. Until today. He isn't mouthing off any more... trust me. I humiliated him three times... in front of all the spectators from work who had come out to check the flood level... LOL. What's worse? His dad is my boss... LMAO!
I decided to haul ass in case the local Johnny Law was cruising in to make sure nobody was wakeboarding on the river or drag racing on the closed access road. On the way home, the traffic sucked because all of the other main highways are now closed due to the massive flooding here. However, Mr. midlife crisis in a late model, very pretty 'Vette was trying as hard as I was to get next to each other to shoot the shit in the long traffic line, but we just couldn't. A friendly wave was all we could accomplish, but we had fun trying...
Jim
