So several weeks ago I was driving home from work. The time is 6:30am Atlanta Georgia time and traffic is backed up on the East bound side of I-20 due to a traffic accident that has covered 3 of the 4 travel lanes. Me and my quad cab Dmax on 37" tires and a 8" fabtech are sitting in the 2nd to far right lane attempting to merge in the far right lane because that is the only lane traffic is moving in at an average speed of maybe 5 mph. My stereo is blaring and im not discouraged about the traffic because im just happy to be off work and on my way home. I turn on my blinker like a good citizen and wait for that nice guy to allow me to come over. WELL IN ATLANTA APPARENTLY THEY DONT EXIST. SO i start to loose my patience as after about 10 minutes of sitting there with that blinker steadily clinking away a red SUV slowly creeps by me ignoring my gaze. So I decided "the F'ing big truck is coming over" and get as tight to the red suv as possible in an effort to squeeze in between the next vehicle to come behind it if they like it or not because, if you have drivin in Atlanta, you know that is the only way your getting anywhere. I check my blind spot (the best you can without climbing in the passenger seat) and see a car sitting back there waiting "Oh great," I think to myself and proceed to merge over. WEELLLLL we all know about the infimous drop off on the passenger side just below our mirror where, with a truck like this, you can fit most 4 door sedans.....The next thing I know I feel this nob nob nob feeling like my truck is crawling up a rock face. "What the hell is that" I ask myself so I gently apply the brakes to bring the truck from its 2 mph crawl to a stop and I feel the truck slip off of something. Out scurrys a black pontiac grand am with a crushed driver side front fender where I had drivin up on to its hood. I cant help but bust out laughing and say out loud "serves you right for being an A HOLE!" The blue lights are steadily flashing all over from the accident scene we were attempting to pass through when I created my own and I am steady following this little half crushed black sedan waiting for him to pull over so we could exchange insurance info...and waiting...and he picks up speed and hes gone....again I laugh to myself and "chive on." When I get to the house I get out of the truck and check my front tire for damage... and my tire still has the little rubber feelers on the 7 ply Nitto Mud Grapplers...hell yea for FTW.:thumb::woott:
Several weeks later I'm driving to work in the rain West bound I-20 this time and im cruising at about 70mph in the fast lane about to pass this silver sedan sitting in the next lane over. I check the good old blind spot and at the current speed I was going I should have passed that little car and proceed to move over into the next lane to avoid an upcoming car that is driving slow in the fast lane (like we know people love to do). I feel this bump, ya know like when you hit a pot hole? I ask myself "what was that, hmm?" Just then I notice this flash of light as the headlights of that lil silver sedan I though I passed, that decided to match my speed instead of letting me pass, flashed through the interior of my truck. "Oh sh*t I hit that dude!" Concerned I slow down of course and merge over slowly until I safely get to the right side shoulder a little passed the Hamilton E Holmes exit in Atlanta. All the while watching in my rear view mirror as this helpless little car swirves and spin's and smashes hard into the middle dividing wall. Feeling terrible and hopeing whoever is in that car is ok as I attempt to dial 911 and locate my exact location on my GPS. My phone rings....its one of my co workers and as I answer it he says, "Dude, you just hit me bro..." Holy sh*t," I said, "That was you! Are you ok? He grunts and says, "yea but my shoulder is real messed up." I asked him where he was and he said he managed to limp his car off the exit. When I get to where he was his car was almost folded in half, all his airbags had deployed, and on the back door is this huge dent and a 37" ring where my tire had bumped him and set him spinning. Deep down in my cold sick heart I start laughing and thought to myself...that is AWESOME!!! Yet again my tire still has those little feelers on the outside of it and sustained no damage. He was a dick anyway...
So far srike up two confirmed "Kills" for the truck also known by all I work with as "My Tank."
Several weeks later I'm driving to work in the rain West bound I-20 this time and im cruising at about 70mph in the fast lane about to pass this silver sedan sitting in the next lane over. I check the good old blind spot and at the current speed I was going I should have passed that little car and proceed to move over into the next lane to avoid an upcoming car that is driving slow in the fast lane (like we know people love to do). I feel this bump, ya know like when you hit a pot hole? I ask myself "what was that, hmm?" Just then I notice this flash of light as the headlights of that lil silver sedan I though I passed, that decided to match my speed instead of letting me pass, flashed through the interior of my truck. "Oh sh*t I hit that dude!" Concerned I slow down of course and merge over slowly until I safely get to the right side shoulder a little passed the Hamilton E Holmes exit in Atlanta. All the while watching in my rear view mirror as this helpless little car swirves and spin's and smashes hard into the middle dividing wall. Feeling terrible and hopeing whoever is in that car is ok as I attempt to dial 911 and locate my exact location on my GPS. My phone rings....its one of my co workers and as I answer it he says, "Dude, you just hit me bro..." Holy sh*t," I said, "That was you! Are you ok? He grunts and says, "yea but my shoulder is real messed up." I asked him where he was and he said he managed to limp his car off the exit. When I get to where he was his car was almost folded in half, all his airbags had deployed, and on the back door is this huge dent and a 37" ring where my tire had bumped him and set him spinning. Deep down in my cold sick heart I start laughing and thought to myself...that is AWESOME!!! Yet again my tire still has those little feelers on the outside of it and sustained no damage. He was a dick anyway...
So far srike up two confirmed "Kills" for the truck also known by all I work with as "My Tank."
