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Here is one of my new favorite videos. A Porsche and Mustang battle it out on the track with brilliant commentary.
NEMESIS!!!
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I most certainly do.
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All the fucking time!
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Not bad for a solid rear axle.
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Constantly. I don't think I could ever have a dash cam with sound.
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That's what I say every day to my DD.
No, it's not a truck.
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Panther?
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I talk to other people when I'm driving.
We're not talking about talking with other people talking in my car, mind you. We're talking about talking to people who cannot tell I'm talking to them. And when I say "talking" what I sometimes mean is yelling when, at other times, we're talking muttering. But talking talk, regarldess of how the talking is being talked, I talk to other people and sometimes the radio.
Let's talk turkey.
I used to talk to myself in the car and we're talking about real talk here; discussions. One day I overheard someone talking and said, "I talk to myself because I always try to talk to the smartest person in the room." Realizing that day that I was talking to an idiot, I started talking to other people instead.
"Nice, Asshat. No signal," I'll say to the guy in the Bimmer.
"Fix that fucking exhaust," to the kid with the fart-canned ricemobile.
"Holy fuck, speed up. You're doing fifteen under," to the pensioner I'm passing.
"Slow the fuck down," to the 1%'er Lambro.
"Woah, pony," to my Mustang shaking it's tail in the wet.
"Sorry," to the guy I hit.
"You're drunk!" To the officer attending the scene.
"Not guilty," before the Judge.
And so on.
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It's a Ford, yes. But not a Crown Vic, Merc Marauder or anything on the chassis.
I'll give you a clue; it's a Mustang.
I'm shit a guessing games.
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Oh totally! Usually yelling at idiot drivers around here. Like the people from mexico who don't know you can turn right on red, or the Ferrari I got stuck behind the other day. Or other time's I'll say to myself "Man I should not have tried to take that in 3rd" or "jesus christ how am I still alive"
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I'm just glad you're not a threat to me.
Yeah I'm guilty of all of the above, and I don't even stop talking when my wife is in the car. It gets me into trouble when I get behind the really bad drivers and the C word shoots out.
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The last thing you wrote, yeah I have said that way too many times.
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My most recent use of that phrase was when I lost traction and slide through 3 lanes of traffic in the pouring rain
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My wife once shouted, from the passenger seat at a badly driving minivan, "It's not fucking Calcutta!"
The driver turned out to of Asian decent.