... and I'll make you Fishers of Men

The trip back from Philly was not as eventful as I hoped for. We came across some very formidable race worthy wheels capable of smoking us with little effort but I guess the owners or operators were too chicken to put the pedal to the floor. I admit it must be a pretty intimidating and tempting sight to see two pairs of halogen lights back to back on your rear view mirror, hankering down on you doing 90+, crossing lanes…

I’m a joiner and would be tempted to follow in that frenzy as I’ve done a million times.

While crossing NY, we came across a couple of potential wannabes. Ya’ll know what I’m talking about. They are these small souped-up, pretentious bogies that look and sound like they can really perform and whip you ass. You can here them from a mile away, and expect them to fly past you. Well, looks sometimes are deceiving. Anyway, these two cats joined the freeway, weaving in and out of lanes, sounds fast, looks fast, but they are far from being fast. A bell rang in my head, a challenge, finally. Didn’t take long to know that they couldn’t keep up with us, or maybe they were too embarrassed to try to.

In RI, we got tons of drivers that fell for our bait. They are the best. You give them some rope and they hang themselves. You sucker them in and then let them bite the dust. [ That’s how you get away with doing 90+ mph without getting nabbed by the troopers, and by the way, cut more than an hour off your trip time.] Those who know how to cast the spell, bear with me.

When you come across a fast mover on the fast lane, ease up on the gas and keep your distance, give him a chance to think that you can’t catch up with him. (Gives him a false sense of security and boosts his ego way, way up). Change lanes and slowly creep up on him. Not too fast, but gently, pretending that you are really trying to pass him from the inside lane, then ease up on the gas again. Do this a couple of times and trust me 99% of them will bite, and step on the pedal. They never cease to amaze me. Soon your doing 100+ and you’re about 5 to 10 yards behind on the inside lane. You can guess who ends up with a fat ticket if a cop is in the vicinity.

I did this to a couple of drivers who took the bait. And just as I was about to milk it to about 110 mph or thereabouts, my bro down-shifts and zooms past me and my fish and I had no choice but to follow suite. It’s very painful throwing a big catch back to the ocean, but the fun part is the hunting and baiting. There are a lot of suckers out there itching for it.

Just be warned, you better scout the target first, might be a trooper and you never wanna mess with that.

Happy Baiting…

T Minus 6 hrs

Marking the beginning of my summer is a trip to our gichagi for Jr's Birthday (Nephew). 'Ocha' as the young'ns refer to it. The best part is the cruise down I-95 for about 400+ miles, music blazing, Radar on, in my 'pocket rocket' with 201 horses under me. The current family record is 5hrs from Boston, to Phoenixville, PA (including pit stops) all set by me and my bro at different times. It's usually a time we chill with family and eat, and half of the time we do manage to squeeze in a night out clubbing in between the eating. I'm talking about Mandazi's Samosa's Chapo's and the like. You gotta give major props to my dear sis who manages to feed bachelors and Bachelorettes representing virtually all the East coast States including VA, and knowing us, we can really clean a fridge and surrounding pantries.

The drive down should be fun. We are hopefully leaving at the same time, so weather permitting, for those who remember this chant please join me.

Rain rain go away,
Come back another day,
Little John wants to play,
Rain rain go away.

Back to Jr (the reason for the trip). His latest thing is he wants to learn how to roller blade, and specifically wants his Uncles to teach him(practically insisted on it as a condition). Picture this... we are rookies as it is, I fall on my tush every time I put on the damn things, I have bumps and bruises to prove it, haven't practiced since last summer....needless to say, he'll be too busy laughing at us to learn anything.

WARNING: I-95 Riders Beware
The GTI's with a combined power of more than 400 horses will be right behind you, ya'll know Luda's advice "move B...., get out the way....."