We went to Sonic (Fowler) to meet up with some people. Ate. Started to head to Gandy. We get to the Sonic (Gandy) It's dead..Lights off, ricers in the parking lot. So. We make some calls and come to the conclusion that we're going to brandon. We go to brandon..Got a tad bit lost. Finally, meet up with 'havoc'. We decide to race. I make sure his bottle is off. We go head out to run. We 'agree' (cough) on a 35 roll..I asked for a dig, but I got a 'uh..35?' So, that's fine. So..we head out. We lined up, 35 roll. I honk three times, punch it. BOOM. Zip tie holding my throttle to the carb snaps. (The bolt fell off earlier tonight) So, I proceed to pull over. Havoc isn't letting out. I step out of my car, I literally hear havoc bang sixth. So. I guess he decided to make a pass by himself with his passenger video taping my 'ass' beating and his speedo pegged? I then, fix my problem. So...The racing begins.

I line up from a 'dig' with Bubba a friend of mine. Kevin threw down. I got the jump, maybe a fender or a tad bit more. We almost side swipe each other. Awesome fucking race. Very stout LS1.

Havoc..I have issues? What about you getting off on racing by yourself? I mean. If you would have just pulled over. You could of got your ass beating. Instead...You keep going. Gj!

Running someone tonight. I've came to the conclusion that you're pointless to race. I'm not going to waste my 'gas' on you. If you want to put some money up, lets line them up. Have a jesus filled day.