So last Wednesday I'm heading home and I get this call on my cell. Pretty much goes like this:
Sport1.3: "Dude, look out your rear window. There's a huge f*cking bug on your wing. I'm talking like Godzilla sh*t!"
Ran: "What are you talking abo-HOLY SH*T!"
This thing on my wing reminds me of Starship Troopers. So I jump on the highway, with Sport1.3 in chase, and start to get on it. 45mph, 50mph, 55mph, 60mph... He's still hanging on!Watching the road and this guy hang on is a task. He's got two feet hanging on for dear life and four feet in the air. It's f*cking awesome. About 35-45 minutes later I make it home and Bugzilla had moved from the wing to the rear license plate.
Gotta say, Bugzilla was a trooper. I rewarded his effort by not smashing him under my shoe, kindly relocating him to my backyard.




Watching the road and this guy hang on is a task. He's got two feet hanging on for dear life and four feet in the air. It's f*cking awesome. About 35-45 minutes later I make it home and Bugzilla had moved from the wing to the rear license plate.
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