I?ve had it.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
cheeky
I?m no longer kidding around.
To all you on the roads going from Jarabacoa and to Santiago Sunday night, you done tipped me over the edge. You done woke up that sleeping dawg.
So I did it. In a festering "blind" rage, I ordered the local Atomic Energy Commission to change the high-beams on the family sled.
What were once PC mild-mannered factory equipped standard incandescent headlights?your grandfather's headlights...are now Xenon Zombie Death Night Raiders. 19 volts of pure photon Badness, wattage and lumens only an abacus run by a Chinese CPA can calculate.
I don?t mean a tad brighter than stock.
No siree Bob. Not for me. I don't do anything "just a little."
I mean 2500 gigawatt nukuler powered laser beams that will melt the friggin? paint off an oncoming car from 600 yards. Lights so bright retina banks won?t take your peepers. So much energy you?re a/c system is rendered impotent.
Hell, the mechanic had to wash himself with heavy water from a nukuler plant to make the geiger counter quiet down enough to sound like a Buddy Miles-on-acid drum solo...
So I warn you: you drive toward me with YOUR brights on at night, after repeated polite flashes to dim, you?ll be seeing ?floaters? well past the bandages coming off and the facial radiation burns healing.
Henceforth, I will flash once. Once. Not twice. Not three times. Once. My suggestion is to dim your lights. Because if you don?t, you?ll be looking for the summer noon sun for comparative visual relief from my headlight fission chaos.
Pass the word?
Seriously, I have finally found "acceptance" that most Dominicans who drive at night don't think blinding oncoming traffic is a problem. So the brights stay on no matter what. OK, fine. I need to see too, so I'll have ~zero~ sympathy for oncoming traffic with their high-beams on when they catch a few thousand roentgens of solar fusion eminating from my new brght headlights. None.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
cheeky
I?m no longer kidding around.
To all you on the roads going from Jarabacoa and to Santiago Sunday night, you done tipped me over the edge. You done woke up that sleeping dawg.
So I did it. In a festering "blind" rage, I ordered the local Atomic Energy Commission to change the high-beams on the family sled.
What were once PC mild-mannered factory equipped standard incandescent headlights?your grandfather's headlights...are now Xenon Zombie Death Night Raiders. 19 volts of pure photon Badness, wattage and lumens only an abacus run by a Chinese CPA can calculate.
I don?t mean a tad brighter than stock.
No siree Bob. Not for me. I don't do anything "just a little."
I mean 2500 gigawatt nukuler powered laser beams that will melt the friggin? paint off an oncoming car from 600 yards. Lights so bright retina banks won?t take your peepers. So much energy you?re a/c system is rendered impotent.
Hell, the mechanic had to wash himself with heavy water from a nukuler plant to make the geiger counter quiet down enough to sound like a Buddy Miles-on-acid drum solo...
So I warn you: you drive toward me with YOUR brights on at night, after repeated polite flashes to dim, you?ll be seeing ?floaters? well past the bandages coming off and the facial radiation burns healing.
Henceforth, I will flash once. Once. Not twice. Not three times. Once. My suggestion is to dim your lights. Because if you don?t, you?ll be looking for the summer noon sun for comparative visual relief from my headlight fission chaos.
Pass the word?
Seriously, I have finally found "acceptance" that most Dominicans who drive at night don't think blinding oncoming traffic is a problem. So the brights stay on no matter what. OK, fine. I need to see too, so I'll have ~zero~ sympathy for oncoming traffic with their high-beams on when they catch a few thousand roentgens of solar fusion eminating from my new brght headlights. None.