![]() 08/01/2017 at 10:10 • Filed to: F150, tacos, Mustang, Pirelli, king ranch, tire smoke | ![]() | ![]() |
Apparently there was a
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at the gas station where I sometimes get tacos. Fuckin’ criminals. Ruining my gas station tacos.
Also, we got another Roushcharged Mustang. Factory line lock plus a blown 670-hp Coyote are effective in turning the Pirelli P-Zeroes into smoke:
Also, those tires get sticky when hot:
And a customer came in with a 10 year old King Ranch F150. He had a Ford cushion and armrest. Not much special about it except it’s pretty clean:
All things considered:
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Burnout marks pointed towards the curb, yet more proof of the wild Mustang’s instinctive behavior.
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Away from the curb. Those are line-lock burnout marks with a spray of rubber crumbs out behind.
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Dat F-150 longevity tho....
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Beware gas station sushi.
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Uh...was the Mustang a customer’s car?
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It’s not sold. It’s going back on the lot for sale. FWIW it has about 120 test-drive miles so I’m sure we’re not the first to light up the rear tires.
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Damn Ford drivers.
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If I was driving 450101 miles a King Ranch would be on the list. Basically a tiny RV.
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Yeah, well, what you don’t see is that there’s a curb on the other side too.
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Tell me more...
about these gas station tacos!?
![]() 08/01/2017 at 12:34 |
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Made by a 4'10" abuelita who runs a flat grill. She turns around, and then all of a sudden there’s a foam container in front of you containing 3 piles of magic each folded into a pair of super-thin corn tortillas, and topped with cilantro and sliced avocado.
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I was afraid it was going to sound that good.
The only thing worth buying at gas stations here is a Bud Light Clamato. No tacos to go along, tragically.