Joke
Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 7:41 pm
Our hero was happily driving along a western desert highway in his lifted and locked Sierra
when, all of a sudden, the beastly little 4x4 just died. Perplexed, he pulled off to the shoulder,
got out and lifted the hood.
Now, being a suspension wizard, but knowing nothing about motors, he just shrugged his
shoulders and resolved to try to flag someone down.
After a short time, a dust cloud appeared on the horizon, immediately preceded by a bullet
travelling at an extremely high rate of speed. A Dodge Viper was upon him in no time. He
frantically waved his arms, but the bullet just screamed past. Disappointed, thinking that the
driver had not seen him, he turned to slowly walk back to his ailing Sierra.
Arriving at the side of his Suzuki, he heard the squeal of tires and looked back to see the Viper
returning in reverse. Out from the car climbed a long, lean individual, kind of a young Clint
Eastwood of the spaghetti western days.
The owner of the Dodge offered to help the Sierra guy out by giving him a tow to the next
town, about 20 miles down the road. Accepting graciously, our hero only requested that the
Viper keep it below 40 mph, because Sierras, as we all know, are subject to spontaneous
roll-overs at anything more than crawling velocities. Upon departure, the Dodge guy gave our
comrade instructions to simply flash the headlights if he began to travel too fast. As they
slowly pulled onto the road, our Sierra guy switched on his emergency flashers, not noticing
that the right side rear light was not functioning.
Following along at tow rope length behind the Viper, Mr. Sierra then saw another dust cloud
in his rearview. It was closing so fast on his 4x4 that he braced for a rear end collision.
However, the Corvette driver got on the binders at the last instant and laughed at the scare he
gave to our off-road enthusiast.
Only when pulling out to pass did the Chevy driver see the low slung Viper in front of the short
but tall Sierra.
Now, sports car drivers being the species of animal that they are, simply cannot stand to be
overtaken by another car. So, the Dodge guy slammed it into third and proclaimed, "We're off
to the races". Our hero, realizing the situation, began frantically to flash his headlights, but to
no avail. 70, 80, 90, 100 mph and climbing. Helpless, the Sierra guy valiantly gripped the
steering wheel as the two maniacs screamed down the road, side by side...
With the speed still climbing, the three-car convoy reached the crest of a hill and broke down
over the other side. "Uh oh," a radar trap. However, the drivers of the Viper and Corvette didn't
even get off the gas and screamed past the cop at 130 mph!!!
The police officer jumped into his black and white, headed out in pursuit and radioed ahead for
backup.
"Attention County Sheriff Smith. Attention Sheriff Smith. We've got a heck of a drag race out
here on the Interstate. A Viper and a Corvette passed side by side through my radar at 130
miles an hour, with a Suzuki Sierra hot on their tail, signalling to let him pass!!!
when, all of a sudden, the beastly little 4x4 just died. Perplexed, he pulled off to the shoulder,
got out and lifted the hood.
Now, being a suspension wizard, but knowing nothing about motors, he just shrugged his
shoulders and resolved to try to flag someone down.
After a short time, a dust cloud appeared on the horizon, immediately preceded by a bullet
travelling at an extremely high rate of speed. A Dodge Viper was upon him in no time. He
frantically waved his arms, but the bullet just screamed past. Disappointed, thinking that the
driver had not seen him, he turned to slowly walk back to his ailing Sierra.
Arriving at the side of his Suzuki, he heard the squeal of tires and looked back to see the Viper
returning in reverse. Out from the car climbed a long, lean individual, kind of a young Clint
Eastwood of the spaghetti western days.
The owner of the Dodge offered to help the Sierra guy out by giving him a tow to the next
town, about 20 miles down the road. Accepting graciously, our hero only requested that the
Viper keep it below 40 mph, because Sierras, as we all know, are subject to spontaneous
roll-overs at anything more than crawling velocities. Upon departure, the Dodge guy gave our
comrade instructions to simply flash the headlights if he began to travel too fast. As they
slowly pulled onto the road, our Sierra guy switched on his emergency flashers, not noticing
that the right side rear light was not functioning.
Following along at tow rope length behind the Viper, Mr. Sierra then saw another dust cloud
in his rearview. It was closing so fast on his 4x4 that he braced for a rear end collision.
However, the Corvette driver got on the binders at the last instant and laughed at the scare he
gave to our off-road enthusiast.
Only when pulling out to pass did the Chevy driver see the low slung Viper in front of the short
but tall Sierra.
Now, sports car drivers being the species of animal that they are, simply cannot stand to be
overtaken by another car. So, the Dodge guy slammed it into third and proclaimed, "We're off
to the races". Our hero, realizing the situation, began frantically to flash his headlights, but to
no avail. 70, 80, 90, 100 mph and climbing. Helpless, the Sierra guy valiantly gripped the
steering wheel as the two maniacs screamed down the road, side by side...
With the speed still climbing, the three-car convoy reached the crest of a hill and broke down
over the other side. "Uh oh," a radar trap. However, the drivers of the Viper and Corvette didn't
even get off the gas and screamed past the cop at 130 mph!!!
The police officer jumped into his black and white, headed out in pursuit and radioed ahead for
backup.
"Attention County Sheriff Smith. Attention Sheriff Smith. We've got a heck of a drag race out
here on the Interstate. A Viper and a Corvette passed side by side through my radar at 130
miles an hour, with a Suzuki Sierra hot on their tail, signalling to let him pass!!!
