Ah yes, it is time for another one of my boosted ballads
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boostmonkey
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Ah yes, it is time for another one of my boosted ballads
This story starts out bad. Very bad. Even worse is that there was a witness to this crap.
I am on my way back to Sidewinder with Art in the car. We come across a fucking Cavilier. I think it was the z24 or whatever, nobody cares about those things anyway. Well, I pull up next to emosampfag with the DSM hunting for idle thanks to a vaccum leak. He looks over and guns it while we are sitting at a light. So I figure, what the hell...let's give it a go. Light turns green, he gets the holeshot and fucking rails me. DSM struggles for power, feels like it is being choked in a ritual masturbation ceremony. We pull into the shop in shame, fiddle with a few things and it wakes up a bit more.
Fast forward to later in the evening. I pull off the MAF to paint the rusty housing. Apon pulling it off, I discover a rubber adapter that was misplaced and basically making the turbo pull all of it's air through an opening the size of a dime. Fixed that shit and went out for revenge.
Revenge comes in the form of a LT1 F-body Camaro. I'm not pickey at this point, I just want to smoke someone quickly before I die in shame over the Cavilier loss. We go from about a 30 mph roll and the result was alot of wheelspin and me putting an assload of cars on him. Problem solved, death avenged.
Hope you enjoyed my story. Unfortunately it was all true, nothing was made up. Ugh. I also managed to rail a 99 or 01 Cobra as well in my fit of rage.
I am on my way back to Sidewinder with Art in the car. We come across a fucking Cavilier. I think it was the z24 or whatever, nobody cares about those things anyway. Well, I pull up next to emosampfag with the DSM hunting for idle thanks to a vaccum leak. He looks over and guns it while we are sitting at a light. So I figure, what the hell...let's give it a go. Light turns green, he gets the holeshot and fucking rails me. DSM struggles for power, feels like it is being choked in a ritual masturbation ceremony. We pull into the shop in shame, fiddle with a few things and it wakes up a bit more.
Fast forward to later in the evening. I pull off the MAF to paint the rusty housing. Apon pulling it off, I discover a rubber adapter that was misplaced and basically making the turbo pull all of it's air through an opening the size of a dime. Fixed that shit and went out for revenge.
Revenge comes in the form of a LT1 F-body Camaro. I'm not pickey at this point, I just want to smoke someone quickly before I die in shame over the Cavilier loss. We go from about a 30 mph roll and the result was alot of wheelspin and me putting an assload of cars on him. Problem solved, death avenged.
Hope you enjoyed my story. Unfortunately it was all true, nothing was made up. Ugh. I also managed to rail a 99 or 01 Cobra as well in my fit of rage.
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that's too funny. don't feel to bad. my girl friend keeps my car just a 1/2 car ahead of anyone that wants to race her. now there is all these ricers that think all they need is one more sticker and they could smoke my car
