So im Driving along in my Big ol Conversion van with its big 350 chuggin along, and i hear this loud peice of shit pull up next to me, revving his engine and blasting his really shitty subs(yay distortion). I look over, put my van in neutral, give the 350 a couple Short Revs and look over. He revs his engine back, and i point at the light. he nods in agreement. I have my left foot holding the brake and the right on the gas, holding the 350 at bay at around 3500 rpms. Hes got his Rpms probably at 5 and has a clutch. Light Turns GREEN, and i let off the brake and Tromp the throttle, My wheels spun quite a bit and i let off to allow hookup, he did not and spun his tires for a good 50 feet and then hooked up in 2nd gear. When i got close to the Shift point for 2nd gear i let off the gas slightly and let the automatic slip into 2nd gear and re set my foot at the floor, i saw him about 20 feet behind me, i ease off the gas, and i pop into 3rd, as he catches up i grab the stick and throw it into 2nd and floor it, and i get more wheelspin and let him eat Van exhaust, when i got to 75 i slowed to 45. and when i got to the next light, he pulls up, asks if i had anything done to the van, I laughed and sped off.
Interesting Tidbits. My Van is completely Bonestock, with the Stock 350 and everything just Stock
This guys Eclipse had all the body kits available and one of those retarded industrial looking alumunum aircraft spoilers, apparently he spent his money on looks, not speed. Well he had a noisy exhaust, but that was about it im guessing.
I dont think Vans are supose to race…but mine did and raped the shit outta this kid, and he was very surprised.
Note, looking at this story about 2 years later, Its still hilarious. I miss my Shagginwagon