***disclaimer..streetracing is illegal and stupid***
I dont even know why I let myself get into this shit. Basically the hill jacks at work were running thier mouths. Constantly Knocking the H. "them slopeheaded bastards couldn't build a car if their lives depended on it"." My caprice smokes because its got over 200k, your buddie's honda smokes because the mice are tired"...
Orly?
Fastfoward... we end up lining it up on the street infront of my work. His(who doesn't even work here) is a GMC cyclone, corvette brakes all around, ridiculously huge rear sway bar, stock 4.3L turbo V6. Mine is a 93 ex completely bone stock F22A6. Its tuned up, religously maintained and up to speed. So we line em up on frank rd. Its 3 in the morning, my co workers look out for cars/cops. I rev off and on to 6K. I steady her at 3K.
The guy setting us up flashes his lights three times signaling us to go. I engage the clutch, get a pretty serious spin, abs light comes on
(still aint fixed that). He pretty much BLOWS right past me like I'm in reverse.
I swear I saw those warp speed lines that you see when the Starship enterprise goes warp speed. I finally grip, by this time he's about four car lengths ahead. I chirp second, hit third running my A6 at its peak and getting no where. No whiplash. Nothing. My cell phone falls off the dash though.
I literally slide around the corner(shitty tires) but regain control reeling him in. What? Reeling him in? YES reeling him in. Still in third I blow right past him, pass the interstate(which is the finish line). I turn around, go back to the shop and guess who's vehicle is in there? Heh. I go in and his truck is knocking really bad. Who's mice are tired now?
I dont even know why I let myself get into this shit. Basically the hill jacks at work were running thier mouths. Constantly Knocking the H. "them slopeheaded bastards couldn't build a car if their lives depended on it"." My caprice smokes because its got over 200k, your buddie's honda smokes because the mice are tired"...
Orly? Fastfoward... we end up lining it up on the street infront of my work. His(who doesn't even work here) is a GMC cyclone, corvette brakes all around, ridiculously huge rear sway bar, stock 4.3L turbo V6. Mine is a 93 ex completely bone stock F22A6. Its tuned up, religously maintained and up to speed. So we line em up on frank rd. Its 3 in the morning, my co workers look out for cars/cops. I rev off and on to 6K. I steady her at 3K.
The guy setting us up flashes his lights three times signaling us to go. I engage the clutch, get a pretty serious spin, abs light comes on
(still aint fixed that). He pretty much BLOWS right past me like I'm in reverse.I swear I saw those warp speed lines that you see when the Starship enterprise goes warp speed. I finally grip, by this time he's about four car lengths ahead. I chirp second, hit third running my A6 at its peak and getting no where. No whiplash. Nothing. My cell phone falls off the dash though.
I literally slide around the corner(shitty tires) but regain control reeling him in. What? Reeling him in? YES reeling him in. Still in third I blow right past him, pass the interstate(which is the finish line). I turn around, go back to the shop and guess who's vehicle is in there? Heh. I go in and his truck is knocking really bad. Who's mice are tired now?
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**Don't b scared be prepared for the worst**
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