Don't worry, don't let the title fool you. There is a race involved... be patient young Jedi.
So, today was possibly the worst day of work ever. Not cause of the work load, or almost being in a freeway accident cause some asshole was speeding then spun out and almost hit me. Nah... a combination of all of lifes little stresses, general fatigue and the lady friend being all ... well bitchy. All came to a point.
My Co-worker and I had been fightin' n a feudin' for a few days. As most co-workers do when you've worked with the same guy for forever. Anywho, he said something that just itched me the wrong way and I blew up. Close to what's called as a nervous breakdown.
Yeah, not something you hear everyday here in the racing forum. But, after all that frass and scratch was off and done with. I hoped in the Z to head home from work... 6pm on a Tuesday. Middle of the week, afterwork rush hour. Fuck... this isn't helping.
So, I hope on the freeway... hoping that somehow it gets me home faster. It's locked up too... Fuck... this isn't helping either.
I hop off the freeway and snake my way through the 6 mile gauntlent, otherwise known as the City, to my humble house. Traffic everywhere I go... insane amounts of it. This is not helping!
Phone rings... argh. Who is it? Fellow AF member and close friend TerminalVelocity is calling me. He's all drugged up on medicine and all sick from some damn fever I guess... and he's rambling incoherrently and asking me odd questions. That was not helping me.
Then... I hear it. The fuel pump. It's making a whirring noise. The hell? Odd, it really doesn't want to idle. The whirring noise starts to get louder. The car starts to lose power in 5th... I drop to 4th to keep the revs up. Using more fuel... Those of you who have an IQ that is more than a single digit probably know where this is leading...
Can I be running out of fuel? No... gas gauge is reading... shit... I am out of gas. My gas gauge has a tendency to get stuck in one setting cause of the little plastic lense over it gets vibrated lose and pinches the needle... and when you tap it un-stucks itself. Well, it was stuck. And I was plum outta fuel.
I managed to putter into... of all places the Long Beach AAA headquarters parking lot. The car of course, cannot be cooperative and die in a parking stall... No, it dies 10 feet from it.
So I have to push it into the stall, and who do I call? Home. AAA would of taken 30-40 minutes to get there and they'd charge me for the gas. Home, well home is always free. Gotta love yer family.
Anywho, the whole running out of gas was just what I needed. It definately helped. My warped sense of humor, saw all the humor that was wrapped up in the fact that I ran out of gas. I'm not a real religous person, but somebody out there has a wicked sense of humor to do that to me.
I'm actually in a good mood at the present. Finally got to see how much gas I actually do hold. 15.2 gallons... it's rated for 15.8.
So, once I got the gas in the car. It was time for the mad dash to the gas station to top off the tank. Even though I had a little over 4 gallons in the tank from the gas can... I still wanted to get gas.
So I raced out of the parking lot and hit the road. Down the road, I got into the left turn lane with another car. A newer Gen SE-R Sentra. There's two lanes that turn left. I was in the left he in the right. I pulled up next to him and doing the usual slight revving to keep the car from dieing out cause of it's idling problem.
I notice him looking over at the car, I"m slightly behind his drivers door. I inch up to get a look at the guy and he's got this look of "Wtf...lezz d00o dis den!"
Light goes green, I ease out in 1st gear through the left turn... and soon as I was straight I looked over at the Sentra who I could of sworn was gunning it. I matted the pedal and didn't let up till I was in 4th gear.
Check the rear view, he's maybe a half mile behind me. Ok, so maybe it wasn't a SE-R... Could of been a GXE. Maybe he wasn't racing. Although it sure did seem like it...
A few blocks later, he catches up and he's eyeing my car at a light. I take off normal... "no, you don't get to see it go fast again!"
Random day... but one of those days you don't forget... for some odd reason.
Moral of the story is... ummm... hmmm... Oh I know. Lighten up... learn to laugh at the stupid shit in life. You'll probably live alot longer cause of it.
