drivin through ricer central (sr60 in brandon) i come up next
to a new GT mustang at a light- black with the bullitt wheels.
nice car. he looks over and i kinda nod just a nice car nod
not a lets race nod- and when the light turns i hold first a bit
longer than i would normally just in case he tromps on it
but he doesnt. then i shift to second and NOW he tromps
on it. so im sitting at 2500 rpms in second gear which
everyone knows is right in the middle of my powerband. [it
actually isnt for those that just dont get sarcasm.] anyway
he blasts past and just as i hit vtec he hits the brakes.
FUCK. no preconceptions here- i know he would have
beaten me. but damnit i wouldve liked a fair race. shit. So
we slow down and here comes two brandonites blasting
past- some riced out geo and a riced out civic. i shake my
head at their sorry riceness and for the next couple miles i
tail the mustang hoping for another light and another
chance to redeem my extremely demolished ego.
But that chance never comes as he turns into a
dealership. So i flip a bitch and im heading back the way i
came- and end up right behind a new celica with an
exhaust. sweet. Were just coming to a light and i almost
change lanes when a new accord changes lanes and
steals my open lane. damnit. i get behind the accord and
when the light changes the celica goes pretty slow; i guess
to see if im interested. I am. the accord is changing into
his lane now ahead of him and he breaks into the open
lane to his left and since my lane is open now we both get
on it. Im just shifting into third as i pass the new accord but
the celica isnt next to me anymore. . . hehehehe.
ps it was a gt not a gt-s. damnit.