This morning around 3am, I came to a sudden realization that I had not yet completed my chemistry lab that I was planning on proceeding to hand in during my 7:30am class. So I immediately started screaming in a similar fashion to a 14 year old school girl after she found out MC McPee Pants is going to be coming to a theatre near her. Soon after, I picked up my phone and dialed 867-5309 to inform my lab partner of my quandary. He also came to a similar sudden realization that he had no yet completed the assignment as well. We reached our decision that we were to roll at 4:30 so as to get there early enough to finish the required assignment, and rock a Berts load afterwards. I already had it planned out, I would demand Ernie manufacture me a Philly cheese steak hoagie promptly at 7:02am, so as to avoid the long breakfast lines, and the general pissed off face of J.T. in the wee hours.
I grabbed my required textiles and materials and proceeded out the door. I hopped into my car through the open window, and after 30 seconds I came to a realization that I am not as JDM as once thought, and quickly moved to the left side of the vehicle where the proper implements are to conduct the vehicle about the roads. I put the key in and tuned it in excitement, ready to hear the VTEC wonder fire up. I then held it at rev limiter for 30 seconds to warm it up, and proceeded to my lab partner’s house. Upon reaching my destination 232.5m away, I soon discovered that my lab partner happened to be my arch nemesis, Ryanbgb22. We came to the conclusion that we must race to the University at Buffalo for the rights to the Philly cheese steak hoagie. Immediately we were off, I quickly mashed the pedal on the J30A1 and hear the vicious growl of a massive 3.0L engine propel me to victory and the hoagie. I heard a similarly vicious sound of a competitively massive 3400 being put through its paces. I felt this hoagie was more important that my safety or anyone else, so I completely disregarded any traffic signal or signage of any kind. My heart sank as soon as I looked in my rear view mirror and noticed there was a black Grand Am GT on my tail and aggressively swerving as to warm up the massive amount of tread on its all season tires to enable him to hit the upcoming turn with a slight edge over me. I did not have enough time for such games and proceeded on my journey towards the professionally prepared Philly cheese steak hoagie. We come to the onramp for the high-speed transit system, and by this time he is beginning to pull away from me with his massive torque generated from a .4L larger engine. But, luckily for me, VTEK kicks in just in time, and I slowly catch up. I hear him bouncing off rev limiter in top gear, moving at around 136MPH. I glance down at my instrumentation and notice I have two thousand more revolutions before I face a similar fate. We are door to door now, and I start pushing it past 225KMPH on my JDM cluster. I am starting to pass him, and can already taste the sweet sensation of the gooey goodness running down my throat. I want that hoagie more than anything else in the world at this time, so I proceed to hold the pedal down to the floor, miraculously achieving 17MPG during this event. I see a sign that indicates to me we are entering the final 23 miles before we reach out exit. By the time I reach my exit, I had the needle pegged at 232KMPH, and could no longer see him in my rear view. Hitting the off ramp at 140kmph was no joke, but I got to ketler lot in roughly three relatively large pieces, and RyanBGB22 was nowhere in sigh. I suppose after a burn that bad I would have ran away also. I proceeded to consume my well deserved Philly cheese steak hoagie in pride, knowing that my recently acquired vanity license plate and me defeated yet another ricer.