FYI - Choda is at Darien lake for the day. Probably will post when he gets home
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yeah that fucker came to my house at 330 in the fuckin morning, opened my screen and shined a light in my face and started pullin my leg…I damn near had a fucking heart attack lol. I told him to stop by in the am and grab some passes for Darien Lake…and by am I did not mean 3:30!
Oh and Choda beat everyone. Don’t know the details or anything. Just know he won. Me and him were cruizin down XXXXX and he caught a few lights with a nice viper…and I was left WAYYYY behind trying to catch up lmfao. Stock 3rd gen :tdown:. I need a new engine!
I wish I only had 5 Jim and Cokes instead of 6…then I would have went out with you guys! I was pretty messed up and my wife begged me not to go and be stupid that night.
Oh well…I’ll see what it does come Friday night at MOM’s.
Jesse, I got AAA dude (just in case), you should bring your car up!
Okay seeing as no real events have been posted I’ll just substitute my own recollection of the events, based on the title of the post alone and some bench racing science.
Down an awesome (Some might even call it SIQQQQQ) 5-Lane highway in the middle of the night several challengers approach. Two sexy fox-bodies, a bastardized car with an aluminium soda cans for an engine, some car named after a snake, and a lame Transmaro-bird. They all line up side, strangly to everyone confusion they all came to a stop.
Could this be a fabled “Dig” run that our parents once told us stories of how it was common place before the invention of front-wheel-drive? A truely epic possibility, that looked like it was soon to be reality. They sat there doing what most people with rear-wheel drive cars do, doing sick burnouts in the middle of the highway. All 10 lights blazing away in the smoke, illuminating from the darkness. Shortly after they stop awaiting the smoke to clear.
Once it clears a loud honking is heard from the middle of the pack. By the second honk the sounds of several sexy V-8s fill the air only to be ruined by a solitary V-10 as everyone is preparing to launch. The third yet barely audiable honk is the final signal at this point all hell is unleashed.
The hammer is dropped, Choda pulls both front wheels slicks grabbing so hard that it digs into the pavement and results in the Mustang making a 10 second trip to china. The RX7 in typical fashion just spontaniously explodes, no reason given. The viper just sits there roasting the tires because that is what they do. The flames on Muscle50s car take a life of their own enveloping the car shortly after it vanishes with only a trail of two flaming tiremarks towards the horizon. And Pat having come to his senses decides that All-Wheel-Drive really is better than Rear-Wheel-Drive and sells the car on the spot.
As a result it could be theoretically said that Muscle50 won however no one actaully seen his car move. And as a result this epic 5-lane race resulted in a tie.
you fuzzy