||01-09-2013 08:59 PM
Ferrari vs 1940 Dodge farm truck
Seems like a young crackerjack New York lawyer was up to Maine visiting his sister and her new rich hubby at their beautiful seaside mansion late last summer. Lawyer is very struck with brother in law's new red Ferrari in the 4 car garage. Trying to befriend his wife's brother, her hubby tosses the keys to "Hotshot", "Take her for a spin!, " he says. Hotshot proceeds to drive the shiny new Ferrari out of town out into the country, faster and faster, big grin crosses his face. Exhaust, power, steering, paddle shifters, wind in the face, everything, mesmerizing. He had never driven anything to compare. Meanwhile Farmer Fred is just finishing loading cow turd into the flatbed of his old 1940 Dodge 2 ton farm truck. He slowly drives down the driveway, old flathead six purring, leaving a bit of a blue cloud behind. Just as Fred gets the old girl across the narrow 2 lane back road, you guessed it, Hotshot comes screaming around the bend, 4 wheel slide, V12 on the redline, slams head on into the rear dual wheels of the Dodge. Huge explosion, aluminum, carbon fiber, antifreeze, glass, smoke, total destruction of the Ferrari, only a little cow turd knocked off the Dodge truck. Fred hauls Hotshot out of the wreck, hands him a fifth of scotch whiskey to calm him down. Hotshot takes a huge swig, then commences to curse the old farmer, he's gonna sue the shit out of him, etc. Farmer Fred keeps plying Hotshot with the scotch and sure enough he starts becoming a bit more mellow, pretty soon, half of the booze is gone, Hotshot says "Jeez, I'm sorry, It was all my fault, here, won't you have a swig, this is good Scotch!" Farmer says" Naw, I think I'll wait till after those cops leave that I called on my cell phone."