Colorado Kool Aid

(That's a Coors heavy, for the unenlightened. They're pretty good for shitty beer. $14 for a case, tax free!)

On my way up to Raleigh today, I may or may not have raced a new 5.0 GT Mustang at a red light. Now, keep in mind - they're rated at 412 HP and 390 lb-ft of torque from the factory; a muscle car by anyone's definition. Let's just say that he was in the rearview mirror by the time I shifted into third, after he launched on me while I eased it into first without slipping a wheel. I crushed him soundly, to the point that I almost felt bad for him... if that was my car, I'd go trade it in and get a real sports car. Why is it that the only people who ever want to race are people who don't stand a chance? I'm praying that one day, an F430 will roll up next to me at a red light. Le sigh.

In other news, when did blue jeans get so goddamn expensive? I blew almost $250 on TWO pairs of Lucky jeans at the mall in Raleigh. I damn near had a heart attack when she told me what they cost. However, they're more comfortable than my pajamas, so I won't complain. They also have plenty of room to tuck my Glock 29 or Springfield TRP into, unlike my other pairs of Lucky's. These things are important.

Anyway, back to my Kool Aid.

Peace.

(P.S. - anyone want to go see Skyfall at midnight on Thursday? I don't have to be in Charleston until mid-afternoon on Friday...)