Its a gorgeous day today, so I decided to get out to the country side, away from everybody, and just get lost. I just wanted to get out on the open road, maybe find a nice place for a photo shoot, find some cool winding roads. I'd been driving for about an hour and a half and maybe saw one or two cars on the road. I approached a stop light, which seemed out of place to have a stop light in the middle of BFE. While waiting for the light to turn, ( which was ridiculous because there was noone out there, or so I thought) a blacked out, kinda beat up grand national pulls next to me. These windows were so dark I swear they had to be painted. It sounded pretty good, but I figured if he took care of his motor like he did the body on that thing, it may be a good kill for me. I can tell he wanted to go because he kept creeping up, anticipating the green light. It turns and we're off. By 60mph I have him by about a car and a half. Then I hear an all too familiar, yet unexpected sound. "ssssSSSSSSSS PSSHHH SSSSssssss" and he was gonzo. I humbly let off the gas, realizing that I had just been sleepered by a beat up Grand National with a fuggin jet engine. I kept going on the same road hoping that he'd stop so I could check that thing out, but he vanished without a trace. Well played Mystery Man, well played.
