This isn't my story, it's from one of my LS1 Forums, but I felt you guys needed to get really pissed off on a Sunday morning :lol:
So my dad just got done building a '69 ss camaro from the ground up. Every nut and bolt was brand new. ZZ 572 crate motor, brand new 5-speed tranny, 12-bolt, the works...
So he's finally done with this damn car. Looks amazing, turns heads like no other. What does this mean? I can finally buy his '72 Z-28 off of him, which i have been waiting for, for 8 years...
He picks me up in the '69 since i never rode in it before. We had done the title work for the '72 earlier that day. He go to his house, i get the keys to the '72. We decide to go get some dinner at Wendy's and then go on a cruise. So we drive 8 miles, 8 miles. He is following me, i stop to make a left hand turn into the Wendy's parking lot, he pulls up behind me. Just as i am admiring his car, some stupid ***** plows into the back of him going 60 mph in a PT cruiser. His car spins and nails mine. Needless to say i almost shot her and here is the damage. My dads car only had 300 miles on it, he didn't even get the break in period done on the motor yet... I drove my car 8 ****ing miles before this ***** did this...
Guess what the **** she was doing...Texting on her ****ing phone.
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