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GTAVC goes to RT I don't have anything to really update, except the slight brag that I managed to complete three missions that I've been working on for a month on Grand Theft Auto Vice City. For those who actually play the game, they were Autocide (not sure how I got hit 3 to work), Cannon Fodder (spent 5 attempts getting that damn Pony through the alley), and Dirty Lickins (somehow I managed to miss the one haitian and shoot the cubans instead). So, I'm feeling fairly proud of that. Not so much for the new photos I got back. My Jabba-the-Hutesque belly appears far too often for my tastes. I got about ten I liked, post Photoshop, so it turned out pretty well, and I'll post them somewhere when I can. (Trying to work more and surf less these days.) Anyway, I need to not drive like I do in the game. It gives me too much of a rush when I get away with things. (Now, I see why Dan's into racing.) Yesterday, with Dan's help, I stole some woman's spot at Wal-mart because someone else stole ours. We were waiting for this red truck to stop taking up all the space so I could turn into a place on the right. Well, some car pulled through from the other spot and took it while he was dicking around. So, Dan convinced me to try for the closer spot where another car was backing out. I could already see another lady in a silver car with her blinker on ready for it, but I decided to see what I could do. (Normally, not so ballsy in parking lots as that's where I get into accidents.) So, as the car was backing towards her, I nailed it and scooted between both of them. She came forward to get into the spot and nearly hit my side, but she stopped, as Dan had predicted. Another car somehow came up on my side while the car from the spot we were vying for pulled away. She honked at me while I was pinned between them. Dan encouraged me not to give up, as my nose was in the spot but I couldn't wrench the turn enough. The car behind me left so I could back up and into the spot. Pissed, the poor silver car lady drove past me and into the next row somewhere. Hyped up on all that, we hit the freeway to Brighton as Dan needed a tool he didn't get the other day. Coming up towards the city and dealing with mergers from both sides, I managed a nice 85mph. When I crossed the bridge past US-23, I knew the exit for Spencer would be coming up soon. I decided to pass a few cars as I got into the middle lane. Then I saw the sign before the exit and I knew I was getting close. Seeing a couple of cars in the right lane, I decided to speed up to get a good position before the exit. Well, I got past a couple, but I was getting close to a red minivan. He was going rather slow, so letting him pass me would take too long. I tried to estimate what was behind him, but couldn't, so I decided to just get around him. Well, midway through passing him, I notice he's slid right into the start of the exit lane. It must have been the song "Pushing it" on the radio, or Dan's encouragment of "You really gotta push it to get around this guy, hun." but I decided to hit the gas and get around him. I really hate being behind minivans anyway and he was only at the start of the lane. So, I hit the gas up to about 90mph and start scooting around him. I get in just the right position about two seconds before the sign at the corner of the exit and I get in front of him. (I assume at this point he pissed himself. I certainly would.) This is about when I realize there's a turn to the decel[leration] ramp. I start braking, but I estimate that we probably took the first half of the 30mph ramp at at least 70mph, if not faster. The car pulls to the left as I brake these days, and taking that turn so fast makes me shake. I curse, but we make it down the ramp, though Dan pulls his door off the pins while gripping for dear life. I can see his eyes widen as I pull the car more to the right midway through. I half hear the mental thought of "Oh God, why did I let her drive?" but I make sure we're okay. The car gets down to about 50mph at the 3/4, so I know she'll brake okay at the stop sign. I give her a pat, tell her she's a good car for not letting me die because of that stupid idea. Then Dan points out the van is following us and adds "He's probably going to confront you when we stop and ask what the fuck is wrong with you. I'm not going to say a thing, either. It was all you." I counter with "He's probably just pissed himself. Hell, I would too. Besides, I'll just tell him I hate driving behind minivans. He'll understand." Fortunately, he didn't pursue the matter. Though, really, any manouever you can walk away from is a good manouever. Long story short, don't drive like me. In fact, don't even drive near me. Just let me pass you or drive very far ahead of me. You'll probably live longer. Daphne |