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Here are the rules. I wanna hear about the best war story you have been involved in. This can either be in a car you were riding in or it can be any car you have been driving. I just wanna hear about the race that gave you the biggest adrenaline rush by far. So here is mine...
This was when I was 18 and slightly more irresponsible
I was in my old 5.0 litre mustang and was setting up to race my friend Jeorge in a 94 Pntiac Firehawk 6 spd. a big thing because we were in high school and this was my first glimpse into the famed LT1 vs. 5.0 litre so I had to make a good showing! After much shit talking between him and I we finally decided on a day to line up on a popular street in the south tampa area *winks* We both launch pretty well I had a passenger and a full tank of gas he had a quarter tank. He pulled me slightly at the launch and just stayed there all the way to about 120 mph..where he could not make any ground on me I just stayed right at his door. He beat me but it was enough for me to realize that my car was pretty much equal to a LT1 had I not had a passenger and so much damn gas! He was surposed to say the least! Then a week later I got my 1100 Honda and we raced again Just to give the details on that one I put about 10 cars on him before HE hit 60 That felt good
This was when I was 18 and slightly more irresponsible
I was in my old 5.0 litre mustang and was setting up to race my friend Jeorge in a 94 Pntiac Firehawk 6 spd. a big thing because we were in high school and this was my first glimpse into the famed LT1 vs. 5.0 litre so I had to make a good showing! After much shit talking between him and I we finally decided on a day to line up on a popular street in the south tampa area *winks* We both launch pretty well I had a passenger and a full tank of gas he had a quarter tank. He pulled me slightly at the launch and just stayed there all the way to about 120 mph..where he could not make any ground on me I just stayed right at his door. He beat me but it was enough for me to realize that my car was pretty much equal to a LT1 had I not had a passenger and so much damn gas! He was surposed to say the least! Then a week later I got my 1100 Honda and we raced again Just to give the details on that one I put about 10 cars on him before HE hit 60 That felt good
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wrote this one a while back.. always enjoyed it...
it was a dark and sultry evening.. the wide open lanes of the road called to me spread open; like a drunken women lustfully calling me to go faster... FASTER. and i turned my aluminum/pot metal alloy key in the ignition the starter turned fully extending my dendix unitll my spinning made contact with the ring gear almost as if for just a second.. a fleeting moment my motor was under pressure turning over and over striving to fire. as the engine came alive each rocker in my valley began spewing cool multi-viscosity oil all over my valves and guides.. i let it idle.. purring softly the exhuast emmiting a silent tune almost as to fool you that its not running.. i depressed the clutch pedal ever so gently feeling the reponse from my fluid engourged slave cylinder. as i slide my short shifter into first i gently rose my engine speed and began to slip my clutch all the way untill i was fully engaged. the car began to pull forward the exhaust growing louder.. LOUDEr.. almost moaning as i brought it up briskly to 7 thousand RPM.. and once agin depressing the clutch throwing it visciously into second and letting off my left foot... i slam the throttl down again..wind blowing in my hair.... as i motor down this lonely passage of highway i think to myself how with each passing line the car just seems to ask for more.. so more i push.. harder and harder...i run it all the way through 4th gear bringing the car close to its climax.. hit 7 grand again and push in the clutch..coast a bit .. then fifth. i ease off my right foot and let the car coast to 85mph.. it was a good run.. full of excitment... rushes.. fluids spewing... what more could i ask for? i slow up to a red light... letting the rpms drop to a mild idle... hot oil pulsating around my crank through my pump up my block and bathing my hot glowing rocker arms... as another car come up next to me.. he looks over.. with a blip of the gas i realize he is ready. the adrenaline pumps and my hands begin to tremble.. my right foot goes numb as the light for the other lanes goes yellow.. i bring to gas up to 3500 rpms and begin to let out the clutch ever so lightly.. as we creep past the white line i gaze into his hot cursed brake rotors... pff.. mustang i think to myself.. two races and his brake are toast.. as i chuckle under my breath.. the light glares green and i launch... with nothing but smoke int he rea view; mine form my tires.. his from his tailpipes.. the race begins and quickly escalates to 100mph.. as our front tires battle for an inchs worth of leeway.. i slam it through the gears and run it up to 120... i look over and by my door is his front tire.. he lets out beating and shamed.. i cruize on and stop at the next light.. exhausted from concentration i gaze over and give a sportsman-like nod.. a job well done.. maybe on another night.. another stretch of road....
it was a dark and sultry evening.. the wide open lanes of the road called to me spread open; like a drunken women lustfully calling me to go faster... FASTER. and i turned my aluminum/pot metal alloy key in the ignition the starter turned fully extending my dendix unitll my spinning made contact with the ring gear almost as if for just a second.. a fleeting moment my motor was under pressure turning over and over striving to fire. as the engine came alive each rocker in my valley began spewing cool multi-viscosity oil all over my valves and guides.. i let it idle.. purring softly the exhuast emmiting a silent tune almost as to fool you that its not running.. i depressed the clutch pedal ever so gently feeling the reponse from my fluid engourged slave cylinder. as i slide my short shifter into first i gently rose my engine speed and began to slip my clutch all the way untill i was fully engaged. the car began to pull forward the exhaust growing louder.. LOUDEr.. almost moaning as i brought it up briskly to 7 thousand RPM.. and once agin depressing the clutch throwing it visciously into second and letting off my left foot... i slam the throttl down again..wind blowing in my hair.... as i motor down this lonely passage of highway i think to myself how with each passing line the car just seems to ask for more.. so more i push.. harder and harder...i run it all the way through 4th gear bringing the car close to its climax.. hit 7 grand again and push in the clutch..coast a bit .. then fifth. i ease off my right foot and let the car coast to 85mph.. it was a good run.. full of excitment... rushes.. fluids spewing... what more could i ask for? i slow up to a red light... letting the rpms drop to a mild idle... hot oil pulsating around my crank through my pump up my block and bathing my hot glowing rocker arms... as another car come up next to me.. he looks over.. with a blip of the gas i realize he is ready. the adrenaline pumps and my hands begin to tremble.. my right foot goes numb as the light for the other lanes goes yellow.. i bring to gas up to 3500 rpms and begin to let out the clutch ever so lightly.. as we creep past the white line i gaze into his hot cursed brake rotors... pff.. mustang i think to myself.. two races and his brake are toast.. as i chuckle under my breath.. the light glares green and i launch... with nothing but smoke int he rea view; mine form my tires.. his from his tailpipes.. the race begins and quickly escalates to 100mph.. as our front tires battle for an inchs worth of leeway.. i slam it through the gears and run it up to 120... i look over and by my door is his front tire.. he lets out beating and shamed.. i cruize on and stop at the next light.. exhausted from concentration i gaze over and give a sportsman-like nod.. a job well done.. maybe on another night.. another stretch of road....
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RIP Tim. i miss you, buddy
RIP Tim. i miss you, buddy
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I was at Desoto last winter running my car. It was a cold night and I was running consistent 12.3s. Me and some friends were standing by my car which was near this guy and his friends w/ a white Regal T-type. They kept looking over kind of laughing and it started to aggrevate me. So we walked over and asked him what he was running and he said Faster than you. At that point I asked him if he wanted to prove it.
He kinda laughed and said whatever. So we get to the lights and my hands are sweaty and my hearts racing. He gets me off the line (I cut a shitty .700 light) and he got about a half car on me. At that point I thought I was screwed but to my surprise I slowly started to pull. We roared through the traps and I got him by a fender. We were side by side the entire way. I ran a new best of 12.0 @ 111. You couldnt smack the smile off my face w/ a shovel. It was the best race Ive had.
He kinda laughed and said whatever. So we get to the lights and my hands are sweaty and my hearts racing. He gets me off the line (I cut a shitty .700 light) and he got about a half car on me. At that point I thought I was screwed but to my surprise I slowly started to pull. We roared through the traps and I got him by a fender. We were side by side the entire way. I ran a new best of 12.0 @ 111. You couldnt smack the smile off my face w/ a shovel. It was the best race Ive had.
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One of the biggest adrenline rushing races was between me and Bry. We lined up on a big road late one sat night with a older fox body stang on my right and Bry on the left. The light turned green and I got both off the line at 60 I had about 2 cars on Bry and the stang was being left behind bad. When we hit 75mph Bry was pulling me in I wanted to give him the chance to pull past me so I stayed on the gas till Bry went into 4th gear and then his gearing hurt him and I stopped his pulling on me.
That was one of best races I have had. Looking back on that I was so stupid to go that fast on a public road lets just say I think I have grown some and I wouldnt have raced for that long that had to be a good 3/4 mile race stupid stupid stupid but was fun
Mark
That was one of best races I have had. Looking back on that I was so stupid to go that fast on a public road lets just say I think I have grown some and I wouldnt have raced for that long that had to be a good 3/4 mile race stupid stupid stupid but was fun
Mark
