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Originally Posted by pesticidal
I seldom curse at strangers, but I was giving a ride to a friend of mine, touring her snooty golf course neighborhood. I was in 2nd gear, idling at about 18 in a 20 mph zone. A kid on a bike was in the other lane, and I was well aware of him, and then saw a lady in her yard giving me the slow-down sign. I indicated to her my speedometer, and then she gave me a dirty look and waved her hands in the air.
That did it for me somehow. The top was down and I yelled; "I'm doing 20, B****!" She dropped the hose she had in her hand, and stood there open-mouthed. My passenger was laughing hysterically. I dropped her off and went out of the neighborhood to drive home. I had to go by the same house, and the lady was talking to her husband out in the yard. She saw me and started pointing at me.
There's a highway leading out of the area, and it was all I could do to refrain from flooring it and letting them know what speeding was.
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Awesome! 30 years ago I had a friend that lived with her parents in a "golf-course" neighborhood. she had an old '60s truck that sat out in front of their house. Several members of the community complained about it. She got rid of the old truck. She bought a really cool old hearse to replace it instead. Funny. Every time I see one of those neighborhoods I have this urge to ride a dirt bike through it.