Dan
06-23-2004, 10:00 PM
I have a close friend who, in many ways is a lot like me. He knows how to drive well and likes to. He is a fast thinker and he is pretty hard to fool.
When I want to fool him I have to think about what I would do to fool me. Even still, I rarely get him.
Except for tonight.
This friend also likes Saabs. It is one are where we diverge. I don't really see the point of the cars but hey, to each his own. Sometimes I think that his goal with his Saab is to best my Marauder. I know it isn't but, in his last Saab, he had the boost tweaked so high that I couldn't believe it. When I first got the Marauder his car was down but while riding in the MM with me he sort of felt that his car would match mine.
We later learned it wouldn't.
Tonight, he got another Saab (his old one was murdered by a falling tree) and asked me to help him get it as the trip was 100 miles long. Of course, I was glad to help.
On the way home we were having fun driving and taking turns in the lead, etc, etc. At one junction I suggested we take back roads instead of the highway. In the twistys I am pretty sure that a Saab will best an MM. His is an SPG so that means really grippy. Anyway, on the first set of back roads I found it impossible to shake him. Of course, he was as unfamiliar with the roads as I was so he had the advantage to follow my tail lights going for him.
On the next set of back roads I was a lot more familiar so I decided to try a bit harder. I waited until an uphill straight came along and stood on the gas. Now, it was a bit more even except I knew the road better. A few miles later I decidedly slowed down and let him catch me. It was fun but not as fun as what was to come up.
The next part of the drive home was a long, uphill on ramp leading to a nice highway know as Rt. 9 in CT. As we were coming up to the on ramp I programmed a text message to him in my cell phone which read, "RED BOX" meaning, "don't you wish you had your higher performance red box computer installed right now?"
I sent the text message so that he would get it just as we began the climb up the hill. Cruel, huh? :D
Now, for the good part. I took off on him and got to the on ramp corner well ahead. I scoreched the corner nice and saw to it that I was ahead of him by a decent amount. Sort of like the distance between the peak of one hill crest to another.
After a couple of miles of this (lulling him into knowing where my car was on the road, my knowing that he would be looking for my brakes as a "tell" for cops) I waited for a corner, swooped to the inside of it and hit the shoulder and killed my lights.
Yes, that's right. I was a Crown Vic, at night, sitting at the crest of a hill on the shoulder.
No sooner does he pass me than I turn on my lights and pull right on to his butt. He had slowed down so, so much it was hilarious. After riding his butt a little bit I passed him to let him know it was me.
Less than 30 seconds later my cell phone rings and I hear, "You got me SO BAD!!! I thought you were way up ahead and went I went by your parked I thought you were a cop. My heart was going a MILE a minute!"
I laughed so hard I cried. It was a blast and he took it like the great sport that he is.
Anyway, I figured I would share the story. I hope you enjoyed it.
Dan
When I want to fool him I have to think about what I would do to fool me. Even still, I rarely get him.
Except for tonight.
This friend also likes Saabs. It is one are where we diverge. I don't really see the point of the cars but hey, to each his own. Sometimes I think that his goal with his Saab is to best my Marauder. I know it isn't but, in his last Saab, he had the boost tweaked so high that I couldn't believe it. When I first got the Marauder his car was down but while riding in the MM with me he sort of felt that his car would match mine.
We later learned it wouldn't.
Tonight, he got another Saab (his old one was murdered by a falling tree) and asked me to help him get it as the trip was 100 miles long. Of course, I was glad to help.
On the way home we were having fun driving and taking turns in the lead, etc, etc. At one junction I suggested we take back roads instead of the highway. In the twistys I am pretty sure that a Saab will best an MM. His is an SPG so that means really grippy. Anyway, on the first set of back roads I found it impossible to shake him. Of course, he was as unfamiliar with the roads as I was so he had the advantage to follow my tail lights going for him.
On the next set of back roads I was a lot more familiar so I decided to try a bit harder. I waited until an uphill straight came along and stood on the gas. Now, it was a bit more even except I knew the road better. A few miles later I decidedly slowed down and let him catch me. It was fun but not as fun as what was to come up.
The next part of the drive home was a long, uphill on ramp leading to a nice highway know as Rt. 9 in CT. As we were coming up to the on ramp I programmed a text message to him in my cell phone which read, "RED BOX" meaning, "don't you wish you had your higher performance red box computer installed right now?"
I sent the text message so that he would get it just as we began the climb up the hill. Cruel, huh? :D
Now, for the good part. I took off on him and got to the on ramp corner well ahead. I scoreched the corner nice and saw to it that I was ahead of him by a decent amount. Sort of like the distance between the peak of one hill crest to another.
After a couple of miles of this (lulling him into knowing where my car was on the road, my knowing that he would be looking for my brakes as a "tell" for cops) I waited for a corner, swooped to the inside of it and hit the shoulder and killed my lights.
Yes, that's right. I was a Crown Vic, at night, sitting at the crest of a hill on the shoulder.
No sooner does he pass me than I turn on my lights and pull right on to his butt. He had slowed down so, so much it was hilarious. After riding his butt a little bit I passed him to let him know it was me.
Less than 30 seconds later my cell phone rings and I hear, "You got me SO BAD!!! I thought you were way up ahead and went I went by your parked I thought you were a cop. My heart was going a MILE a minute!"
I laughed so hard I cried. It was a blast and he took it like the great sport that he is.
Anyway, I figured I would share the story. I hope you enjoyed it.
Dan