Red 5.0 + S.C. + slicks + who knows what else = ass whooping
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"Lucky"
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Red 5.0 + S.C. + slicks + who knows what else = ass whooping
I'm at a gas station on West Fowler trying diagnose a problem with my car when a nice clean stang pulls up with gauges on the dash and the purty sound of a S.C. . His pas. looks me and my car up and down and they leave without a word, spinning first and second down the road (With meaty looking slicks) Anyhow, after my wife meets up with me and brings me some tools to fix my hatches problem, I get my car and my lady back on the road. Well, its cold and now that my car is fixed I'm hoping I see this stang. SHORE NUF! That mullet fool and his co-host were cruising Fowler, obviously on the prowl. I get too runs with him, both from roll 30 and 50. All I can say is that fucker spit so many rocks and debris on my freshly scrubbed car that I had to stabbed my breaks. I got hit in the eye when he blew past me. I'm ok my wounds will heal but the ass whooping hurts. My car is only a low 14 second car, so I wasn't planning on handing him his own ass, but damn once at speed my hatch feels pretty good. His car is obviously low 12's or better even with major traction issues. Has anyone else ran into him? If not watch out!
