Rep Power: 761

Last night was Wednesday wing-night at the local lounge, so myself and about 12 good friends all went to dig in. We all brought out our own cars, and sad to say, I am the only F-Body in the group.

Anyway, following wings, we decided to go for a quick drive down the main drag, and then take off as we all had work the next morning.

We're heading down Highway #1, past a major shopping center, and these bright, annoying headlamps zoom up behind me. I grit my teeth. We come to a stop, and I roll down my window and lean out to talk to my friend Shawn-o in his brand new Civic Si. "What is that stupid thing behind me? It's blinding me, not to mention the idiot driver is tailgating me." Shawn-o looks back... "It's a Cavalier... and there's some goofy Mustang behind me too." Behind us, I hear the Mustang and the Cavalier revving.

Great. The idiots have come out for the season. "I'll put a stop to this." Off the light, still hanging out my window talking to Shawn-o, I give'r about 35% throttle and let the *** end of the car hang out, all the while going through the intersection. Nothing says "I'm hungry for ricers" like clearing an intersection diagonally from a dead stop.

The Cavalier backs off, but the V6 Mustang won't quit. Every light that he gets a chance, he blips the throttle a couple times to try to get me to bite. I refuse. I have 0/32nds on my rear tires, and that alone is reason enough for me not to do it, aside from the fact that this is a main highway and drag racing down it would mean certain doom... or at least a ticket and impound of the car.

Finally, we turn into a parking lot, and the Cavalier and Mustang go away for a bit. We're standing around laughing, when they miraculously appear in the lot, and stand around, keeping to themselves. The Mustang is sunburst orange... has a body kit that looks absolutely ridiculous, ricer exhaust tips that point upward, and 18" chrome wheels that just do not belong on the car.

The Mustang leaves before I can say anything to him. I talk to the Cavalier driver. He asks "So why didn't you race my buddy in the Mustang?" I direct him to my front tire. "Feel that...? That's tread. Now feel the rears." I see his expression change when he feels the smooth rear tire. "Wow," he says. "Understand now? What is that, a stock Mustang with an exhaust system?" He replies "Pretty well, with a 100 shot of nitrous." I frown "So he's using a stock rear end, stock auto tranny, stock engine, and challenging cars with fully built drivetrains because he's got a 100 shot of nitrous? Not much of a race, if you ask me." He doesn't say much, just gets in his car, and leaves the lot.

We stand around and shoot the breeze, then we all take off and go home.

Maybe next time I'll take it to the outer highways for a race... he can admire my taillamps and side of my car, as I break the rear loose from 1-2 and 2-3.

Moral: Don't race people who obviously aren't worth your hard-earned petrol.

 
Rep Power: 819

lol, you should have killed him anyway

 
Rep Power: 1037

nice.

 
Rep Power: 878

Them kind of idiots **** me off.

 
Rep Power: 761

So we went out last night for another drive.

My buddy Ty had his supercharged '00 Mustang GT out, and we were cruising side by side. Then, the orange Mustang came out of nowhere and tried getting either of us to go at it with him. Neither of us would budge, we just cruised along, laughing at him.

*sigh*