After the last open track day at NYIRP me, twizted, someguy in a blown stang, and some guy in a white specV all decided to head out to a local :snky: strip. I was mostly just going to watch, had no plans on running anyone. And if cops asked we would just tell them I broke down, after all it looked the part. So I’m sitting there just watching, waiting to see the next run twisted’s “teggy” was at the line, and the “spec” was behind him if I remember. All of a sudden out of nowhere a fruit colored[READ: orange] fox body complete with altezza’s, chrome flame tint, and rims drove by. He stopped in front of the “teggy” and did a burnout, and took off. The brave green “teggy” took off and chased him down, and got him to come back for some races. So some races happened, the ricey fruit mobile was getting in a few kills.
So after everyone gets back to the start then the following ensues:
Twisted: Dude, you HAVE to race his car. points at Super-Beater
Guy in Fruit-Mobile(GIFM): The Nissan?
Twisted: No the one in front of it! points at Super-Beater
GIFM: That piece of shit, your joking right. That wouldn’t even be a race.
Me: Dude, it’s just a Taurus
GIFM: Yeah right, what a waste…
Everyone: Come on do it!
GIFM: Okay whatever…
Round 1, doh!:
So I fire up SuperBeater™, I pull into the left lane next to him. Someone does the “flagging” I bring it up to 2500. The arms drop and I fail at driving and make it about 5 feet avoiding the ditch. So I pop it back into gear, and head after him and told him lets give it another go. He roll his eyes and is like whatever.
Round 2, woot!:
So we make it back to the line, me in the left him in the right. I bring it to 2500 making sure to go straight this time. The arms fall, mustang pulls a car off the line. But it’s very short lived as I wind-out first to around 6900, and bang it into second with only a bit of wheelspin. With the engine now about 4k and secondaries roaring the little yamahammer continues to pull the mustang in making up all lost ground. The GIFM, is looking at SuperBeater™ like :bloated: and I slowly roar past him, by 70 I have 1/2 a car. I bang third, and continue to pull until the top of 3rd around 110 or so. I let off with about one car on the guy.
I slow down let him pass, so I can get behind and make the turn-around. The face on GIFM was priceless, he looked like he was ready to turn into the Hulk™ or something. So I get back to the line, and GIFM then proceeds to race the v-6 Stang. In the mean time his friend is like WTF what do you have done to that. I told him the mufflers fell off, and it had a filter. He’s like :bloated: now too. The GIFM then returns, I start to walk towards his car his friend gets in and I never got a chance to talk to him. But all in all a fun night. :tup: