Or so this kid thought.

Here's my story, it'll probably be pretty long. I'm rolling down the racetrack after picking up my car from the dealership. I'm talking to Carol on the phone when I see a nice looking Blue WRX with Black wheels coming up behind me. I have my windows up so he can't really see in my car. He looks at me, blows off, and then gets around me. As he gets in front of me he puts his fucking hazards on. Now many of you know, this is one of my pet peaves.

So I hang up the phone and get up next to him. I put it in 2nd, rev and dump the clutch and sit it sideways next to him. A couple of minutes later we wind up next to each other in the staging lanes. I ask him what the the flashers were about. He says, "It's the only way I can get those slow Mustangs to race me." I just kinda laughed and said OK. The staging lanes starting moving and there were too many race cars so we didn't do anything.

We get up to another stop and talk again. He says there is no way that I would beat him. I just kinda laughed and asked if he ran low 12's, because that's what it's going to take. He said he does run low 12's. So I ask him what he traps and he said he didn't know, it's never been to the track. By now I'm fucking rolling on the floor of my car I'm laughing so hard. I asked him how he knew what he ran and he says, "G-Tech". As if I wasn't laughing hard enough before, it gets worse. Then he tells me he beats '03 Cobras all the time and has never lost to a Mustang.

So he tells me that he dynoed the car at Mastro and it made 300 to the wheels. I bullshit him and tell him I make 330. This goes back and forth for a bit, but he really thought he would wax my ass. He had this grin on his face that really told it. We start moving and the lanes open up. I get over and let him get up next to me. I'm in 2nd at about 5k and I tell him to go. He does and I hit it after. He got out about a car on me and I start pulling. I go to shift to 3rd and fucking missed.

He starts waving to me but I had just let off. We get back next to each other and he is just so cocky now. I tell him I missed 3rd and that he won, but I want to go again. We wind up next to each other at the head of the lanes. The tree goes green and I take off spinning in 1st a bit. He's on it but as soon as I shift to 2nd he drops back. He gets up next to me and I ask him what happened, he tells me his boss is on the phone and he let off. WTF?! At that point I rolled up my windows, put my air on and said fuck it and started moving up.

I looked down at my dash and realize I'm low on fuel. I get over to the right so I can get to the next gas station and he winds up back next to me. He basically told me my car wasn't shit and that there was no way I would beat him. I said, follow me, I'm getting gas and then we'll go.

So I pay for my gas and come back out to pump. He's next to my car on the phone. I tell him we can go from a stop but to look at my tires, I'm going to have a problem. This is where it gets funny.

Him - "So what, your tires are bald"
Me - "I know, it's because my car won't hook until 3rd gear"
Him - "Well, you realize that's not good, that's why I'll beat you"
Me - "I know that's not good, that's why I told you"
Him - "You're going to lose, you don't want to spin your tires, it's faster in the 1/4 mile if you don't"
Me - "OMG, I realize that. How fucking old are you, 19?"
Him - "22"
Me - "I've been racing for 15 years, I know how to drag race"

So we get in our cars, he wants to go from a stop. I said OK, I know he's going to get out on me, but it'll be alright. We get up to the tree, and he's still telling me how bad I'm going to lose. Light goes green and I have to baby it as not to light the tires up. No luck, they still spin a bit and he gets out about a car. I shift 2nd and have to feather it to keep them from blazing up but they're still spinning. He's about 1 1/2 out by now but then I shift into 3rd. As I freight train by him and put about 2 cars on him I let out. The look on his face was priceless. He could not believe that it happened.

So we talk again and he tells me there is no way my car only runs mid 12's. I said you're right, it's only run a 12.9.

After that I told him to be careful who he gave flashers to just to get a race, not all of us appreciate it. Sorry it's so long, but I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

 

good job...was this with any spray?...

 

I doubt he sprayed .. he runs 12.9n/a. Good Kill!

 

Soon Billy, soon.

I forgot the best part. He was on the stock turbo thinking this. I told him I have a friend with a WRX with an upgraded Turbo and we run pretty close. It was then I saw him get a little worried.

TypeR, all motor.

 

Uncle Ben would have needed a wager to race a high performance car like that.



You see my tail lights = I get your flashers knob to make a keychain out of.

 

good kill and all but that statement is pretty rice...even tho i know you arent a ricer

 

How is it rice? The kid was trying to tell me that spinning isn't good for racing. Like I didn't fucking know that.

Please elaborate.

Flatfish, thanks.