[elkfersupper]

There was this 2-lane highway through the mountains East of Albuquerque that I relied upon to get back and forth to work and accomplish my weekend errands.

Every weekend there was not snow on the ground, the spandex-clad potential road kill was out there on a road designed for vehicular traffic clogging it up thinking it was a personal bike trail.

At the time, I was driving a 1995 F-250 with a Powerstroke diesel engine.

As soon as I could get around the arrogant bastards and bitches, I would floor that thing, fire up the turbo and cover them up with black diesel smoke for 1/2 mile.

Carpet tacks loose in the bed made me feel even better.

[Darnright]

>At the time, I was driving a 1995 F-250 with a Powerstroke diesel engine.

As soon as I could get around the arrogant bastards and bitches, I would floor that thing, fire up the turbo and cover them up with black diesel smoke for 1/2 mile.<

Depending on the diameter of your exhaust, you probably gave them quite a start at the noise. Heh, heh.

Let another reason I’d never put stacks on my pick-um-up!