Can’t believe I’m posting this, but for my friends up north, it may be a break in the bordom of winters clutches. Be patient while it builds 🙂
In the low 80’s and sunny today, I cruised to my golf club in Jupiter on i95 (70mph limit) around 11am. On the entrance (they are really long down here) in 3rd doing 50. Upon entering the straight roadway I downed to 2nd WOT, and felt the tires slipping on the pavement at 4500 rpm…WTF?
Played golf, and shot 50 on the front and 39 on the back. Guess I shouldn’t have worked out at the gym, before my round of golf!!
I go to my car to change my shoes (clubhouse still under construction), and parked right next to me is a new Porsche vert (not a turbo, car was backed in and couldn’t see model, but certainly not a regular one), silver with red top. The guy about to get into it is late 60’s, black toupee, black eye glasses and black stash…looks like Ernie Kovics, remember him? Says to me nice car, never saw one like that, and how do I like it etc. I make small talk, still fuming over my golf game, and ready for an over due vodka at home!
Tells me he is a Dodge dealer in Buffalo, NY, owns several dealerships and loves the Viper. Anyway, he pulls out of park lot while I’m still putting my shoes on. I finally get my act together, drive out of the course to the main road (about 1/2 mile), and catch the traffic light. I look in my rear view, and here is Ernie right behind me!!!
We cruise on to i95 south with him on my tail. I’m in the left lane doing 78 with traffic moving at same speed, about 10 car lengths in front of me. This guy moves into the far left HOV lane (which he is in illegally…2 or more people in car from 4-7pm), and goes roaring past me with modified exhaust screaming. Slows down and stays a few car lengths off my left side..and repeats this stupidity about 6 times, trying to bait me.
There is no traffic in the 2 right lanes and I’m nearing my exit on PGA Blvd…so I pull out and go tearing by him, still in the HOV. I slow down to exit, and of course he goes full steam past, as I slow to exit…which are two lanes to themselves ( the roads are awesome down here). I chuckle to myself as I catch a quick glimpse of flashing lights way back in the HOV lane, hoping it’s the FSP…who cut no slack in SunnyVille.
Can’t wait to bump into that fool again at the club! The Vodka and cigar on the patio tasted much better than usual!!
