Those guys are funny, I race them every chance I get just because. There's always that one though, you know, the one that has a turbo the size of a basketball....

 

haha a basketball size turbo, thats exactly what they would say.

 

you mean like this big???

 

I wasn't going to post the race i had last week in a thread of its own. but while we are talking about ridicilous things... some kids in an 80s style jeep come up to me and rev over and over.. and its loud.. and keep lurching a head.. seeing how slowly it accelerated though I knew they had no chance. not like it was one of the new srt8s or anything. but its finally warm here and decided id like to punch it so i get next to him and when he steps on it I do too.. instantly just putting bus lengths on him.. i slowed down and he caught up giving me thumbs up saying awesome car etc.. I'm sure they just wanted to see me run for fun.. nothing else to do in this town and roads were clear/no traffic ahead.. with the younger people driving if there was any traffic ahead I wouldn't have bothered.

 

My most embarassing loss was to a plain white '97 dodge caravan v6.... yep a minivan.. stock, dented.. driven by my bro-in-law.. that fwd kicked in a propelled him to victory, while i sat there making a smoke show for everyone... just bad traction in that spot for me, i was even trying to take off lightly because i knew it wouldn't take much to beat him.. so we were basically even with him slightly ahead till about 40mph when i finally passed him..

 

I had some kid in a beat up honda civic hatch reving at me last weekend. I ignored. I'm not really sure what he was after but at this point I just don't feel real motivated to race much on the street and especially not against a car like that. Who knows though, maybe he just wanted me to throw him a rev or something. I turned my nose up though.

I'm such a snot.

 

goddam!!!

 

Get the popcorn and snuggies out guys, it's story time!

Me and a buddy were on the way back from the track once, in my old car, when a Dodge Neon with two young guys got up beside me. The speed limit is 70mph, I was probably running 75'ish. This guy matches my speed for a bit and then nails it. Fart can was astonishingly loud, as my car would stop pace makers when I started it. Anyhow, I obliged him and put a train or so on him to a buck 120 or so. I slow down, this guy KEEPS in it. However, no ricer flyby on me, ain't gonna happen. I'd let him get to about 4-5 cars back and then nail it again. He'd usually get right about even with me before I could match his WOT from three miles back speed. Then I'd do it all over again until he finally stopped. Silly ricers.