Street Sweaper Street Race
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Street Sweaper Street Race
This is possibly the greatest street race I've ever read in my entire life. Among some of the best stories I've every read, but I digress. I hop you guys find this as funny as I did.
Here's the Forum I got it off: http://forums.somethingawful.com/sho...0&pagenumber=3
NOTE: I'm not sure, but I think the forum has a filter for curse words that turns them into weird **** like "gently caress" and "poo poo".... I'm not filling in what I think this guy meant to say as I'm sure you all are bright enough to get the gist of it.
And before any of you say BS on the story, who cares? This is a great read.
Here's the Forum I got it off: http://forums.somethingawful.com/sho...0&pagenumber=3
NOTE: I'm not sure, but I think the forum has a filter for curse words that turns them into weird **** like "gently caress" and "poo poo".... I'm not filling in what I think this guy meant to say as I'm sure you all are bright enough to get the gist of it.
And before any of you say BS on the story, who cares? This is a great read.
Originally Posted by Bruiser
Halfway through my stay at the company, I was working 7 days a week. 5 days on my normal route in Murfreesboro and the weekend sweeping in Clarksville. Now, for those of you not familiar with the geography, Murfreesoboro is in the exact center of TN where as Clarksville is on the TN/KY border. I had finished my Friday night in Clarksville and was cruising down I-24 when i get a call from Mike.
M - Hey, where are you at?
B - I'm about 20 outside Nashville, you?
M - I'm just wrapping up here in Green Hills (Nashville 'burb).
B - Cool, you want to meet up?
M - Actually, I'm so fast I'll probably beat you back to Murfreesboro AND have time to gently caress your girlfriend.
B - That fast, eh?
M - That fast.
B - Well, perk up your ears, old man. I want you to hear this. Never. Not in this lifetime or the next will you ever beat me in a race. Not tonight. Not ever.
M - Oh, we'll see. Give me a call before you reach the Trinity Ln. Exit. I'll be waiting.
B - See you there.
Now, Mike and I are pretty close. We tended to hang out after work during the week drinking beer and playing Need for Speed: Most Wanted until noon. By the way, getting drunk at 9am is awesome. But I digress.
I radio in that I'm about to pass the exit, and the race is on.
I pass his truck at 80 and he quickly catches up. My side mirrors are filled with his headlights as we fly down I-24 at 4 in the morning. He passes me and I drop the hammer. Tucking in behind his truck, I start drafting him at 97 miles an hour.
The entire truck is shaking. For a brief instant I think that this rat-trap piece of poo poo is going to fall apart around me. A demon is trying to escape from the hood. I can't imagine what two sweeper vac trucks traveling at speeds close to 100 miles an hour, inches apart from each other looks like*.
I see the sign for our exit; 3/4 of a mile. I sling shot around Mike and take a glance at the speedometer. There I can't see the needle and the rear end end is poking toward "5". I finally pass him and rocket up the on ramp. Our office isn't too far off the interstate and I do a good job of blocking until I get to the shop. Needless to say, I won.
Well, We pull in and hop out.
B - Hah! What the gently caress did I say!
M - Um.. Bruiser?
B - You see that poo poo?! I had the needle buried into the dash. I'm awesome!
M - Bruiser?
B - think you need to buy the beer today, because that poo poo was outta sight!
M - BRUISER!
B - WHAT?!
M - Look at the rear end end of your truck.
I walk around and take a look. The rear axle at the wheel hubs was smoking. I did the mental connect the dots.
B - Was I on...
M - Fire? Yeah. You were. I tried to tell you, but you didn't hear me.
B - Did it look cool?
M - ...
B - I bet it did.
M - Are you kidding me? It was like the sweeper truck from hell! It was loving fantastic!
B - I knew it.
And that was the end of the story. Or at least I thought it was until Bryce called me.
BC - Hey Bruise
B - Bryceman!
BC - Yeah.. uh, hi. Listen, I just got a call from a trooper friend of mine talking about a pair of sweeper trucks doing about a buck-oh-five down 24. You know anything about that?
B - NOOOOOOOoooooo, are you serious? These things? They hardly do 80
BC - Riiiiiiight, well just look for the smoking truck, apparently the guy was burning his axles and looked all seven flavors of hell coming down the highway.
M - Hey, where are you at?
B - I'm about 20 outside Nashville, you?
M - I'm just wrapping up here in Green Hills (Nashville 'burb).
B - Cool, you want to meet up?
M - Actually, I'm so fast I'll probably beat you back to Murfreesboro AND have time to gently caress your girlfriend.
B - That fast, eh?
M - That fast.
B - Well, perk up your ears, old man. I want you to hear this. Never. Not in this lifetime or the next will you ever beat me in a race. Not tonight. Not ever.
M - Oh, we'll see. Give me a call before you reach the Trinity Ln. Exit. I'll be waiting.
B - See you there.
Now, Mike and I are pretty close. We tended to hang out after work during the week drinking beer and playing Need for Speed: Most Wanted until noon. By the way, getting drunk at 9am is awesome. But I digress.
I radio in that I'm about to pass the exit, and the race is on.
I pass his truck at 80 and he quickly catches up. My side mirrors are filled with his headlights as we fly down I-24 at 4 in the morning. He passes me and I drop the hammer. Tucking in behind his truck, I start drafting him at 97 miles an hour.
The entire truck is shaking. For a brief instant I think that this rat-trap piece of poo poo is going to fall apart around me. A demon is trying to escape from the hood. I can't imagine what two sweeper vac trucks traveling at speeds close to 100 miles an hour, inches apart from each other looks like*.
I see the sign for our exit; 3/4 of a mile. I sling shot around Mike and take a glance at the speedometer. There I can't see the needle and the rear end end is poking toward "5". I finally pass him and rocket up the on ramp. Our office isn't too far off the interstate and I do a good job of blocking until I get to the shop. Needless to say, I won.
Well, We pull in and hop out.
B - Hah! What the gently caress did I say!
M - Um.. Bruiser?
B - You see that poo poo?! I had the needle buried into the dash. I'm awesome!
M - Bruiser?
B - think you need to buy the beer today, because that poo poo was outta sight!
M - BRUISER!
B - WHAT?!
M - Look at the rear end end of your truck.
I walk around and take a look. The rear axle at the wheel hubs was smoking. I did the mental connect the dots.
B - Was I on...
M - Fire? Yeah. You were. I tried to tell you, but you didn't hear me.
B - Did it look cool?
M - ...
B - I bet it did.
M - Are you kidding me? It was like the sweeper truck from hell! It was loving fantastic!
B - I knew it.
And that was the end of the story. Or at least I thought it was until Bryce called me.
BC - Hey Bruise
B - Bryceman!
BC - Yeah.. uh, hi. Listen, I just got a call from a trooper friend of mine talking about a pair of sweeper trucks doing about a buck-oh-five down 24. You know anything about that?
B - NOOOOOOOoooooo, are you serious? These things? They hardly do 80
BC - Riiiiiiight, well just look for the smoking truck, apparently the guy was burning his axles and looked all seven flavors of hell coming down the highway.
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Oh man. Here's another one. http://forums.somethingawful.com/sho...&pagenumber=14
He races some ricer in his street sweeper. This is classic.
He races some ricer in his street sweeper. This is classic.
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Read all of Bruiser's stories. They are absolutely amazing. I just got done reading them and wow, what a roller coaster ride. My emotions jumped all over the place.
Here's a pdf with all of 'em: http://www.subkamran.com/sa/sa%20-%20bruiser.pdf
This guy seriously needs to make a book outa this stuff. Good ****!
Here's a pdf with all of 'em: http://www.subkamran.com/sa/sa%20-%20bruiser.pdf
This guy seriously needs to make a book outa this stuff. Good ****!
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I spent the whole day at work reading his story... while acting like I still am working so I wouldn't get bitched at!
Good story... street sweeper race is great, along with lots of the others.
Good story... street sweeper race is great, along with lots of the others.
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I was reading some of his other stories, and I found the funniest **** that language filter does.
How'd you like to do time for statutory surprise sex? Do you know what they do to people who go down for surprise sex?
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WHY wasnt there cameras, I would have given my left arm to see that. I can only imagine what the trooper thought.HAHAHAA
Im moving to nashville and becoming a street sweeper operator
Im moving to nashville and becoming a street sweeper operator
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i decided to check out that guy's stories last night. i figured i'd read one or two. i read to page 70. i got 4 hours of sleep last night thanks to that damn thing. i'm so tired
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I read the whole thing while hiding in a spare room at work. Some of the things he said made me laugh so hard I got spotted by a few people. I really respect him though for the **** he went through, wish him all the best. God that ****** can write good stories!
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Originally Posted by Spoolin
I read the whole thing while hiding in a spare room at work. Some of the things he said made me laugh so hard I got spotted by a few people. I really respect him though for the **** he went through, wish him all the best. God that ****** can write good stories!