Tuesday, May 19, 2009

For the Guy in the Red Jetta

Delia and I were on our way back from a jaunt to Target, and we found ourselves sitting at a red light in front of the Coliseum. If you're familiar with driving in Motown, you know that the far right lane there gets a green arrow at the next light. I always get in that lane, out of habit, I guess. Anyway, Delia and I were jamming out to her Plain White Ts CD, and the pop/punk guitar chords were coursing through my system something fierce. We had the windows and the sunroof down, and I was feeling like a kid again. I looked over and noticed the WVU student in his little red Jetta, and made a snap judgment, in that I assumed he was going to put on the speed and try to get in front of me so he wouldn't have to stop at the next red light. Little did he know, I drive a Turbo. I may look like the mother of a grade schooler (I hadn't really put the MILF look together just to go to Target), but I have dreams of Rally Car greatness. So when the light changed, I just matched Mr. Jetta shift for shift, without ever having to look over at him. I could have blown him away, but I didn't really want to get arrested with my kid in the car. I know it was a little immature, but I swear, I didn't even break the speed limit. (okay, I don't really know what the speed limit is right there, actually, but I didn't go over 50mph) He made the right decision and slammed on his breaks right before the light so he could get behind me and not have to stop for the red. If it hadn't been for the Silver Passat that had just turned out of the CAC, I'm sure Mr. Jetta would have barreled around me, but he was stuck. I let the Passat pass, I don't really need to drive down into town at 60 mph anyway, and then Mr. Jetta sailed on by. I hope he wasn't mad. Sometimes a girl just wants to drag race a little. Just a little.


Here's just a little snippet of the rock, in case you are unfamiliar.

3 comments:

Simonetta Clan said...

You rock! I know the feeling. Sometimes it is nice not to be the overly responsible mommy and just have fun!!

Patsy said...

I tried that in the little Dodge truck tonight on the way home from school... the AC cranked, NPR on the radio (up full blast), checked the area for smokies, stepped on the gas going up hill, just for the thrill...

got blown away by the guy in the BIG FORD truck(on 279)...

Now, I've got "old People" excuses...w/gas at 2.49 a gal, I didn't want to blow the carbon out of the exhaust too quickly. And, I should be enjoying the sunshine, since I don't see it that often...

But driving is fun; and it's in the genes and driving fast is inherited ya know...

Melita said...

lol, reminds me of something i'd do :)