Dunno about the squirmy twirlly twisty damn low 190's. Gawdamned things.. How much do I hate 190's.. lemme count the ways.
Yah can't B&Z a fast wize 190.. when yah squirt over the top; the bastid hauls up and gives yah a kannonen enema.
Yah can't B&Z a slow wize 190.. they do one of them 'horrido' snap rolls and vanish below yah.
Yah can't HO a 190... (shudder)
The only thing yah can do is climb up over his ass; fall on him like a ton of bricks and whip up on him with yer E till yah get him saddled up. Once yer hooked up then yah gotta slow down at tad; and pull in behind the bum. Then it's hang on ta yer socks 'cause he's gonna dive fer the deck. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! 10k gone in 5 seconds.
Once he gets to the weeds, you gotta back off a hair and watch 'em dance. I think it's a german ritual of some kind; entirely obligitory. Pony pins 190 on the deck; 190 must twirl and dance for the pony. Pony follows along; dancing slower. Weird stuff, I know; but what the hell.
Eventually, once this state of affairs is no longer entertaining, the music in the 190 drivers head stops or he just gets tired, well; then yah get to close to point blank range and gun the damn thing outta the sky.
But by then yah got another fargin 190 twirlin down on yer butt. "Horrido!"
Gawd I hate 190's.

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