ghost
06-19-2003, 09:44 PM
I just got my car back from the shop with fresh 4.11's and the new rear-end girdle. I had been without my car nearly two weeks and things were getting serious with my mental health, so when I did get it back I had to go out cruising after work. I filled up the Ghost with some fresh 93 and hit the bricks.
Apparently I wasn't the only one out there with criminal mischief on his mind tonight.
Up ahead, on the 6-lane 45 m.p.h. primary road I was on, I see a black MM cruising with Michigan plates, "He's a long way from home," I thought. "Must be on vacation." A closer inspection revealed backseat weasels and wife.com in the passenger seat. Confirmed vacationers. Or they just moved here and were going out to dinner.
I didn't think he'd try anything, so I just passed by in the center lane and didn't think much of it. But in the back of my mind I figured he bought the MM for a reason, so I kept my windows down and my left eye on the sideview mirror, just in case.
He got two car lengths behind me then I heard him nail it. It sounded good. I gave him some time to wind up and I nailed it when he approached my back bumper. Unfortunately for him, my speed at the time, 40 m.p.h., is a particularly effective sweet spot, given my car's powerband and gearing.
The Ghost's front end lurched up and I took off.....he never got as far as my rear door when he started drifting back. He could not pass, heh. I didn't feel too proud though, since he had extra weight and it wouldn't even be a fair fight anyway if he was stock. I wondered if his wife put him up to it or if it was a call made by the ship's captain. He crossed behind me and turned off into a restaurant area. I doubled back but didn't see him anymore.
On the way back home, same road, I spied a sinister-looking, black Lightning, one of the newer ones. He passed me. I passed him, just scoping each other out.
Then, from behind, I hear this tremendous ROAR, and he comes screamin' past me like the Hand of God himself was pushing him along! Man that thing sounded naaaasty. I knew he could take me in the quarter, but I just had to try him at a light from a stop. My starts from zero are mad quick, with the torquey motor, 4.11's and converter.
As luck would have it, a clear intersection approached and the lights turned red. We were now side by side, him to my left. His windows were tinted, I could not see the driver.
I looked around. Nighttime makes me nervous on the streets. Things in the shadows are sneaky around here and two very loud vehicles can attract a lot of attention from these things, possibly resulting in suspension of license or jail time.
I looked up and the light changed. We both start off mid-throttle then I hear him go. I then punch it and do a quick burnout, then the Ghost hooks and I'm AHEAD. He's at my freakin' rear bumper. My car makes the 1-2 shift and the tires squawk, I'm still ahead by the same distance. I hit 45 m.p.h. and immediately let off, the sound of our cars was too hellacious in unison, you could probably hear us a half-mile away. Like I said, I didn't want to attract attention like that. Call me chicken. "BOK, BOK" is my reply.
Naturally he couldn't hear me let off with the sound of his truck still full-bore, so he went flying past me with a sound so loud that I thought I was going to have to have ear surgery! After he flew past I saw him hit the brakes immediately, then change lanes. I made a U-turn and left the area.
Given a full quarter-mile, hell, even an eighth, he'd have passed me no problem. I can't keep up with those trucks. But what I can do is take them from light to light, apparently, since he even got the jump on me at the light and I could fend him off briefly. But it's like fighting a shark....you might survive for a few seconds, then you're dead meat.
Eric
Apparently I wasn't the only one out there with criminal mischief on his mind tonight.
Up ahead, on the 6-lane 45 m.p.h. primary road I was on, I see a black MM cruising with Michigan plates, "He's a long way from home," I thought. "Must be on vacation." A closer inspection revealed backseat weasels and wife.com in the passenger seat. Confirmed vacationers. Or they just moved here and were going out to dinner.
I didn't think he'd try anything, so I just passed by in the center lane and didn't think much of it. But in the back of my mind I figured he bought the MM for a reason, so I kept my windows down and my left eye on the sideview mirror, just in case.
He got two car lengths behind me then I heard him nail it. It sounded good. I gave him some time to wind up and I nailed it when he approached my back bumper. Unfortunately for him, my speed at the time, 40 m.p.h., is a particularly effective sweet spot, given my car's powerband and gearing.
The Ghost's front end lurched up and I took off.....he never got as far as my rear door when he started drifting back. He could not pass, heh. I didn't feel too proud though, since he had extra weight and it wouldn't even be a fair fight anyway if he was stock. I wondered if his wife put him up to it or if it was a call made by the ship's captain. He crossed behind me and turned off into a restaurant area. I doubled back but didn't see him anymore.
On the way back home, same road, I spied a sinister-looking, black Lightning, one of the newer ones. He passed me. I passed him, just scoping each other out.
Then, from behind, I hear this tremendous ROAR, and he comes screamin' past me like the Hand of God himself was pushing him along! Man that thing sounded naaaasty. I knew he could take me in the quarter, but I just had to try him at a light from a stop. My starts from zero are mad quick, with the torquey motor, 4.11's and converter.
As luck would have it, a clear intersection approached and the lights turned red. We were now side by side, him to my left. His windows were tinted, I could not see the driver.
I looked around. Nighttime makes me nervous on the streets. Things in the shadows are sneaky around here and two very loud vehicles can attract a lot of attention from these things, possibly resulting in suspension of license or jail time.
I looked up and the light changed. We both start off mid-throttle then I hear him go. I then punch it and do a quick burnout, then the Ghost hooks and I'm AHEAD. He's at my freakin' rear bumper. My car makes the 1-2 shift and the tires squawk, I'm still ahead by the same distance. I hit 45 m.p.h. and immediately let off, the sound of our cars was too hellacious in unison, you could probably hear us a half-mile away. Like I said, I didn't want to attract attention like that. Call me chicken. "BOK, BOK" is my reply.
Naturally he couldn't hear me let off with the sound of his truck still full-bore, so he went flying past me with a sound so loud that I thought I was going to have to have ear surgery! After he flew past I saw him hit the brakes immediately, then change lanes. I made a U-turn and left the area.
Given a full quarter-mile, hell, even an eighth, he'd have passed me no problem. I can't keep up with those trucks. But what I can do is take them from light to light, apparently, since he even got the jump on me at the light and I could fend him off briefly. But it's like fighting a shark....you might survive for a few seconds, then you're dead meat.
Eric