We have some dunce that travels our main highway apparently heading home from work around 9:30-10pm nearly every night. Some nights I’m outside enjoying the air when he comes by. It is a jacked up Mudding truck (a local sport in this area) with what sounds like straight pipes for exhaust. It also sounds like he is driving in 2nd or low gear (automatic) as he passes the trailer park at about 30 mph. He is in no hurry, opting to get some perverse pleasure out of the blasting of those pipes. I have to admit I have said a silent prayer that maybe the redneck motor God will smite him one evening.

I picture myself standing in the yard, or sitting on the porch as he blasts past and a bolt of invisible lightning causes the motor to burst itself into a billion jingling pieces of metal inside the engine block. Then I can sit there and sip my coffee and watch as he drifts slowly to the side of the road. It will probably never happen, unless his perchance for driving by in low gear with high rpm’s finally takes a toll on the ragged POS.

Maybe if I made an effigy of that truck and stuck pins into it I could at least feel really good if it blows up the engine while I insert the needle?

Comments always welcome, If I can hear them.