| Silver Ninety Three |
07-27-2002 10:33 PM |
I was driving home today from the gym and came to a stop light a few blocks from my house. I was in the right lane, and on my left pulled up some ugly purple 80's looking camaro. I looked over and there was some fat slob with long mullet-looking hair driving. All I could see was exhaust, but the idle was lumpy so he probably had a cam. Wonder if he liked my lumpy big port idle. He didn't look over, so I didn't think he was going to launch, but the light turned green and he got the jump on me. I said f this and punched it, reeled in the car or so he put on me, hard shift to 2nd tires spun a bit as we went under a bridge. He shifts and chirps, I pull ahead of him and stay on it, letting him hear my deafening roar echo off the walls of the underpass. I missed third but it didn't matter cause I was already 2+ cars ahead. Got into 3rd, but then had to brake hard for my turn. He went straight, probably not even knowing what just spanked him. Guess he learred the hard way. I laughed to myself and went home. By the way, I'm not even tuned yet so I'm way rich. The boost controller isn't working so I'm just running off the 7lb wastegate spring.
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