Delivery story 96 Big Poppa Q writes: I deliver pizza's out in BFE. It is a little town outside of Grand Rapids, MI. My delivery area is about 40 square miles. We give delivery times at an hour for people on the outskirts of our zone. So I get a single delivery out to Hudsonville. This is about a 18-mile round trip. The road is a divided two lane highway called Chicago Drive. The speed limit was 55. I was in the left lane behind a flatbed tow truck and there was a passenger car in the right lane next to him. When the light turned green, he sped up very slowly and the car in the right lane turned, so I passed him on the right side. I obviously bruised his ego by passing on the right side. As I merged over I noticed he was right behind me. (I didn't know tow trucks had nitro.) I eventually cut him off. I was doing 62 in a 55 down a road surrounded by corn fields. He was right there on my bumper flashing his brights and riding my ass. He followed me through the neighborhood I turned onto. I turned off all my lights and lost him by turning corners and hiding in driveways. I returned back to the store and told my boss everything and he laughed. I swear, not two mintues later, the guy called to complain, saying I was driving like Dale Andretti. Who is Dale Andretti? It is either Dale Earnhardt or Mario Andretti. Pick one buddy. My boss told the hillbilly he was going to fire me. He was satisfied. I still work at Hungry Howies to this day!!