Unfortunately for Pablo, when he awoke from his siesta, and turned on his pickup, a rather beat-up 1980s Ford F150, he noticed that the engine didn't so swell when he started it up. So he called his amigo, Rodrigo, to help him get the pickup truck to the friendly, local mechanic in Annandale. But that is quite a distance from where he was in Centreville; about fifteen miles. So Rodrigo arrived around 7:30 pm, and he hopped into Pablo's pickup. The grizzly engine burped as Pablo turned onto the local two-lane road. But as he turned onto Braddock Road, that's when his engine started to preform less well. The engine started skipping and it felt like to Rodrigo that the engine was losing cylinders. But Pablo was determined to get to the auto-repair shop, even though they only made half a mile's worth of progress. But the duo quickly found out that there were still plenty of cars, even though it was just past rush hour.
"Malédiction!" Pablo yelled.
"Aye amigo. This trip is going to have mucho problems," replied Rodrigo.
The spurting engine was still barely working when they got to George Mason University, but the traffic remained thick as they duo were barely making the speed limit in the left lane.
We now join madviking, in his slick 2008 Volkswagen Rabbit, commuting to swim practice, also driving on Braddock Road. He pulled up behind Pablo's pickup truck at a red light near the university. At first apathetic to what car was in front of his, as soon as the light turned green, the pickup in front of him was barely gaining speed. "Hmm. It must be the steepness and the fact that the pickup in front of me must have absolutely no horsepower."
As the pickup truck crawled up the incline, madviking grew increasingly impatient with the truck in front of him.
"OK, something's totally not right here. Even if it were beat-up and from the 80s, it shouldn't be going that slow..."
When the truck stopped crawling, madviking started honking at the pickup, hoping they were not paying attention or something. But when the occupants of the pickup truck exited the truck, during rush hour, and in the left lane, madviking started yelling obscene words at the two middle aged Hispanic men who were inside the pickup. Unfortunately for madviking, the right lane was already passing him by, making it impossible to switch lanes. madviking swore some more. After a few minutes, the green light reverted to being red light. madviking finally got a break in the traffic of the right lane and was finally, after four minutes, was able to go around the stalled pickup truck.
madviking was not happy from then on, especially when he found his glasses busted after practice somehow.
And he was especially unhappy coming home on Braddock Road when people driving in Priuses and/or talking on their cell phones would go five miles an hour under the speed limit in the left lane. madviking by now had used almost every imaginable swear (all of them expect his bumper).
Now, at 10:50 pm, madviking writes the longest rant in the rants thread in a while.
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