Bruzilla
Well-Known Member
I went to get a glass of milk Saturday night before going to bed, and discovered that once again my kids had drunk all but a few drops out of the jug. It was just after midnight, which normally would tick me off, but with a clean, shiny, tuned-up Roadrunner sitting in the driveway now, I grabbed my keys, told Mrs. Bruzilla I had to go get more milk for breakfast tomorrow, and headed for Blanding Blvd, the road I used to cruise on back in the day.
I drove down to Youngerman Circle, which was my old turnaround point, and saw a bunch of imports and two Mustangs sitting in the parking lot. I did a slow cruise past them, and the guys in the Mustangs fired up and came after me. We went through several lights, and I smoked one while the other smoked me, then we stopped at a K-Mart parking lot to chat.
I asked them why none of the import guys came out, and they told me those guys never race. They just come out and sit in the parking lot and BS for hours, then go home. Sure wasn't like the old days when everyone was running.
I stopped to get the milk I was supposed to get and headed home, and happened upon two Hondas sitting at a red light who looked like they were up to a challenge. I got into the open lane, revved up, and.... nothing. I pulled out and they dropped way back behind me the rest of the way up the road. Pretty sad sight to see... Saturday night cruisers who didn't want to make a late-night run of things.
But it did feel good to get out there and run those Mustangs.
I drove down to Youngerman Circle, which was my old turnaround point, and saw a bunch of imports and two Mustangs sitting in the parking lot. I did a slow cruise past them, and the guys in the Mustangs fired up and came after me. We went through several lights, and I smoked one while the other smoked me, then we stopped at a K-Mart parking lot to chat.
I asked them why none of the import guys came out, and they told me those guys never race. They just come out and sit in the parking lot and BS for hours, then go home. Sure wasn't like the old days when everyone was running.
I stopped to get the milk I was supposed to get and headed home, and happened upon two Hondas sitting at a red light who looked like they were up to a challenge. I got into the open lane, revved up, and.... nothing. I pulled out and they dropped way back behind me the rest of the way up the road. Pretty sad sight to see... Saturday night cruisers who didn't want to make a late-night run of things.
But it did feel good to get out there and run those Mustangs.