Big House
08-22-2005, 07:14 AM
Gents,
Because I could not go to MV3 I and the little ladire (the wife and the car) took in a weekend at Virginia Beach. ON the way there I saw two minor ricers take to the highway, their cans all a buzz. They were holding up traffic so I cut the air off and punched it. They disappearred behind us and it was again happy cruzing. To my anguish they returned...their pipes feverish with the tone of a pissed off bee, and the lead one had the nerve to drop a gear and pull on me. Unfortunatelty I could not answer do to a a cooler head prevailing. Momma said no playing with the toys in traffic...I obeyed...this time.
This time I didn't....we re on a way back...and I pull off on this nice flat strip to get a little fuel and to my asmusement I fall into a little Prelude meet of somesort. There are about 4 ot 5 of them on the road driving like bats outa hades, but then it happens. A choice red light on a three lane road...the two outer lanes were Preludes, I was in the inside lane. The one next to me had the sounds of some higher quality exhaust work, because it was reving a little to get the attention. Momma said no but this guy asked for what he was about to get. I turned the climate control off, as well as the OD and watched the light go green. Prelude got the jump on me and was off like a light. He pulled about half a length until I hit 4200 or so RPM. Blew to a full length on him before I shifted to second. He changed lanes and joined the rest of his friends. We laughed about it, tooted the horn as they passed by and went on our way.
Because I could not go to MV3 I and the little ladire (the wife and the car) took in a weekend at Virginia Beach. ON the way there I saw two minor ricers take to the highway, their cans all a buzz. They were holding up traffic so I cut the air off and punched it. They disappearred behind us and it was again happy cruzing. To my anguish they returned...their pipes feverish with the tone of a pissed off bee, and the lead one had the nerve to drop a gear and pull on me. Unfortunatelty I could not answer do to a a cooler head prevailing. Momma said no playing with the toys in traffic...I obeyed...this time.
This time I didn't....we re on a way back...and I pull off on this nice flat strip to get a little fuel and to my asmusement I fall into a little Prelude meet of somesort. There are about 4 ot 5 of them on the road driving like bats outa hades, but then it happens. A choice red light on a three lane road...the two outer lanes were Preludes, I was in the inside lane. The one next to me had the sounds of some higher quality exhaust work, because it was reving a little to get the attention. Momma said no but this guy asked for what he was about to get. I turned the climate control off, as well as the OD and watched the light go green. Prelude got the jump on me and was off like a light. He pulled about half a length until I hit 4200 or so RPM. Blew to a full length on him before I shifted to second. He changed lanes and joined the rest of his friends. We laughed about it, tooted the horn as they passed by and went on our way.