So its been a good long while since i've made a JM story and quite frankly from the requests i've gotten its long over due. So i'll go ahead and say i'm sorry BUT we'll make up for it. whoever doesn't accept my apology or complains about this story, remove yourself from life by performing the flying lemming technique off the nearest 285 bridge mmkay?!
So here we go...
I was on my way to savannah a few days ago minding my own business like any other moment in my life, when i decided, ya know its been a while since i've let mitsuki stretch her legs on some open road...
So with a blip of the throttle and a quick down shift we speed away onto the savannah bridge, when all of a sudden out of no where comes my 2 rivals...
and
I cruise up the bridge at a slow paced 60 as i see them rush up the bridge after me, music off *aviators on* its game time... no sounds of turbos or superchargers... the Z is no threat but a light weight EG could mean issues if he actually built it right... 1/4 tank of gas, at least its not 90+ outside... lets see what happens...
As they cruise next to me the guy and his buddy in the Z looks at me and gives me the bird... i feel like i just got bro raped by jersey skinhead shores newest member capt douchepants and his esteemed buttbuddy Lord Slobbinknob...
for a moment i'm in shock and awe like osama before that double tap as the civic guy LOL's by i decide that its time to bring the turbo to full sing and leave a little porsche grade 0w40 on their windshields and a flame in this front bumper as reminder of the proper food chain...
Down shift to 3rd and let the boost begin... they've got a 2 car lead on me at least but lets face it, whens the last time you got run on in your turbo car with a barely bolted NA UP a bridge?! Reeling them in... I can already see the civic panicing..
give him the sad face as i fly by, and he pulls fifth..good bye civic time to embarass the Bro patrol and continue my quest for Sake/Sushi.
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and i freakin launched a nuclear shock wave the size of texarkana out the tailpipe as i blew past him sending the boost sauce all over his dirty little Z.
I may rock the Hyundai hottie now but i'm still prince nismo.
as i fly by them the only thing i can see in my rearview mirror is the faces of 2 bros hugging each other with the sadness that they picked on the wrong car today... i sent them crying back down the bridge through the inner city searching for something NA to pick on.
**for those who thought they'd be a bro hugging or kissing picture here, thats gay shit, this is real man shit up in here**
JM out. it was a short one today but there will be more in the future...