Most of my street racing stories revolving around making a certain Jew more money. I would beat a blue celica, the owner would get mad and pay Jeff to make it faster. All the time I would work on making mine faster. It was a never ending story.
Another time I raced a blown civic. He blew his clutch and Jeff’s shop just happened to be there.
This summer I will race a certain auto vette. See first story for the results.
A certain 240 owner would love a chance to race this badass truck come summer time.