Well, just had to share this little tid bit of this & that......I've had my GT about 2 weeks. Last night it was about mid-70s here in SW OH. On the way to Circuit City to pick up DVDs on "new release Tuesday". I'm on a 4 lane with the windows down, just listening to the exhaust sound coming through the windows and echoing off other cars as I pass. Turn the radio on and the first thing playing was Hendrix's "(Let me stand next to your) FIRE". Perfect song for a perfect night to cruise in the Mustang with the windows down and warm air coming through....especially true since it's been a brutal winter.

I'm looking to get into the right lane I need to enter the interstate. Flip on my turn signal. Look in the side mirror and see a Matrix just off my rear left hand side. I slow down to get behind him. Seeing from the rear markings it's an XRS model. Thinking to myself "that must be the Celica engined model". Guy in the Matrix slows down blocking me from getting over. Thinking to myself "if he won't let me get behind him, I'll speed up and get in front of him". I gently press the gas, he speeds up to match me. He won't let me in front of him either by matching my speed whether I slow down to get behind or speed up to get in front of him. This goes on for about a 1/4 of a mile. Finally, realizing the interstate is about 1/4 mile ahead, I just drop the hammer and get in front of him. He speeds up, but is about 5-6 car legnths behind as I get over. No biggy.

I notice he's getting on the interstate, too. I'm cruising at about 65 MPH when he comes buzzing up beside me with his windows rolled down and yells, "thanks for cutting me off donkey doughnut".

Enough is enough. I give him my infamous "evil eye" and drop the hammer again. Once again, all I hear is him downshifting and that motor buzzing for all it's worth. I leave him in the dust, hitting about 90 MPH along the way. I slow back down to 65 MPH.....here he comes again.

I'm in the left hand lane, he's in the center lane.....clear road ahead. I let him catch up. He gets beside me again, trying to say something through my right hand window. I don't stick around to find out what he's saying....5th to 3rd.....whoosh....my neck gets jerked back as he turns into a spec in my rearview.

I go do my shopping. Get on the interstate on the other side for the ride home. I look over on the other side of the interstate....same Matrix is on the side of the road with steam pouring out from under the hood. Mr. donkey doughnut has the hood up looking PO'd.

Ahhhh, what a great night to be driving around in a Mustang.........

 

Why did he even try?

 

Great story, are you in Cincy? What part? I'm in Norwood.

I saw a Matrix with racing sticker and crap all over it and a big sticker on the back that said "You got beat by a girl" or something to that affect. I had to laugh to myself. Can't wait to dust either of those Matrixs (don't know the plural of Matrix) in my GT, if it ever gets here.

 

What goes around comes around, or so they say. Sounds like you had about 3 bowls of rice.

 

MOC...I'm in Fairfield.

 

Hope you honked and gave him a big friendly wave!

 

GREAT STORY!!!!! Makes me want to run out and put a deposit down asap.

Some day soon - thanks for sharing!!!!!!

 

Matrices

 

Man, the ending is hilarious and I have had a few people do sort of the same thing. Either let me behind you or in front but don't block me in.

 

I have a v6 with a K&N, exhaust, and a stage 1 tune. Think I can hang with the Matrix?

 

Hang with? I would say yes and then some!

 

Great story!! I needed a pick-me-up.

 

the plural of matrix is "sh*tboxes" according to Webster's...

 

LOL, that was f-ing hilarious

 

The last time I dropped the hammer on him I paused just long enough to give him the universal salute!

Anyone else thing it's funny how this sight reinteprets some things we write? I got a big charge out of hineyHOLE being reintepreted to Donkey Doughnut.......

 

Ya just gotta wiz on the people who do the "you're not getting in" routine. I ask nicely with my turn signal, but here in NJ, inevidably you aren't responded to very well. Once the nice guy routine is exhausted, the big stick comes out and they are just put to doom.

Ya gotta love 315+ HP.

 

Good story! You have to wonder what on earth people like that are thinking.