So I was riding my bicycle for fun and transportation and because I got a little pudgy during the tiger king phase of the pandemic. Someone I was sharing the road with me came up real quiet like, then opened his exhaust dumps and romped on their very manly big block chevy in what I assume was a game of “frighten the hippie”, Leaving me 11 inches of road whilst doing it. Not really an uncommon occurrence here in redneck hell. Usually people with very unique cars and vanity plates don’t do this.
Licence plate read the model year, trim level and engine displacment. I know him, I’m a customer of his. Car he drives rhymes with jehova and the business rhymes with Fap-on. I’m pretty sure fap-on would just give him a medal or something.
