last week, my good friend joe picked up a 71 chevy pick up. well for the past week, we have been tossing mostly time and a bit of money into his pick up.. well i finally got my ford running just right and i went and tossed a few buck in the tank to be able to go play on some of the old logging roads i learnt how to drive on.. well the chevy just wanted to come out and play too..

well we left my house in a cloud of my tire smoke, hit the highway stuck behind the chevy, we get a whole half a mile down the road to our turn off and pull off the road. this is where we normally open up what ever we are riding and see how fast we can take the road to the top..(a mile and a half of paved logging road known for almost taking a friends life in hs, and killing more cars then numberdummy has owned) well i flew strait past the chevy as soon as we turned off the highway i didnt think anything of it until i was sitting at the top waiting for the chevy to come flying around the last corner, trying to conserve gas, i shut my truck off.. but hadnt killed the lights so when joe got there my battery was dead.. i just put it in first and had the chevy line up behind me and get me going again.. well after a couple hours of messing around in the woods, and working on a chevy, we decided it was time to get home.. so i fallowed the chevy back down the mountin and we get to the bottom, and thats when i decide im tired of looking at this damn chevy bumper.. i had looked at it enough, and by then, i had almost plowed into a chevy on multiple occasions.. so starting from a rollin start in second.. i pushed the go fast pedal grabbed third, then fourth.. next thing i know, is im doing 75 and my turn is coming up and the chevy is long gone.. so i did a lap around my block cause as i was pulling in there was a late 70's 4x4 f250 that pulled in so i had to show the pretty girl behind the steering wheel my truck.. parked in my drive way and waited for the chevy. 5 minutes later still not around, went back up the highway to where i passed him and didnt see him smashed into a tree or broken down, so i went back home, and i find him sitting infront of the chicks house broken down.. we hook him up to the tow rope, and the rope up to my bumper and had to drag him home..

my brother dont like me any more, cause since last night, all he has heard about is how crappy his chevy is, and how great my ford is.

 

Some times life just good, huh!

 

TOO FUNNY! I remember those good ole days...at least some of them?..lol.