Starts off with me getting off work, my buddy told me he was hanging out at the bp gas station with a bunch of bikes and cars, so I grab some food for a second and head over. A olive green m3 pulls in, i said it was clean, and i wouldn't mind racing it. Me being on the shyer side, and my buddy who likes to talk and talk shit, go over there just to see if he'll race. So we go over there, ask him what he's got done, and he was very vague about it. from the looks, suspension, wheels, brakes, cf hood/trunk, exhaust. So my buddy starts asking him if he wants to run, and when he points out my car, he says it's all stock, i borrowed it from my mom and i just want to the beat the hell outta it. They look at it, he asks what the boost gauge is, and my buddy told them its just a lame a/f gauge. At this point I'm cracking up laughing and had to walk away for a second. They agree to race, he said he's never pushed his car so he wants to see what it can do. we go down the road, run it one time to make sure there are no cops, and we set up in the middle of the street. the biker does 3 honks, he honked too quick, i blipped the gas a little, launched at 4500rpms, got absolutely no traction, nailed second and bogged slightly. tore off, around 50 i look back and see the m3 2 cars back, i finish out second, couldn't find 3rd so i cruised for a little. The guy said he didn't get a good launch.
bad driver= ass handed too him
bad driver= ass handed too him
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