Joy-riding

I once went joyriding. Some people might call it cruising. Get some teens in a car  (including teen-y me) and drive around with no particular destination in mind.

What was fun about this particular joyride was that I had on loan a sporty Toyota Celica with an FM radio. Hot damn! haha. My car was in the shop and the owner kindly loaned me one of his vehicles from his used car lot - just for the pleasure of seeing me bat my big, brown eyes.

Okay, he was a friend of my sis's and he needed to be kind to me.

On this night, a couple of girlfriends and I had nothing to do after I got off work at my part-time job. Somehow we drove out to SF's Chinatown. Somehow I found myself parked on Jackson Street across from a place where lan jiys hang out. Who's idea was that?!

The next thing I know, a little sporty car with a few guys in it parks right in front of my car. He intentionally boxed me in between his nice car and a van behind me. WTH! They got out and went to the building where the lan jiys hung out. A few of them came out to admire his great job of parking.

I wasn't having any fun and thought it was time to leave. I somehow maneuvered the car out of the tight spot without hitting his car but perhaps bumping the van once or twice.

After working up a sweat to gently get my Toyota outta that tight spot, I was a little miffed. When I drove down the street and passed that lan jiy building, something compelled me to stick my hang out to give them the finger. Oh-oh, bad idea!

A few of them must've taken umbrage over my little sign of good will, ran to their car and got in. To what? To chase me? You gotta be kidding me and oh-my-f&ing-gah!

It was late and there were few cars out on the streets which was of great relief. Who knows what kind of sh*t they were prepared to do to some innocent little girls if they ever caught up to me. Give me a cigarette burn, perhaps?

We drove (quickly) around Chinatown, not intending to prolong the chase. Finally, at Pacific Avenue, the other guys were stopped at a red light. One guy even ran out to stand at the street corner as a look-out for me. I punched it up the street and out of the neighborhood.

Nobody followed. Whew! I found it scary and thrilling at the same time. They could've ignored the red light if they were seriously after me.

I put my heart back in my chest and drove us home. A teen doing stupid teen stuff. This story still cracks me up.

Anyone have such adventures?

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