sandman
05-08-2003, 12:20 AM
but a race none the least.
.....coming home late last night and the merc says she needs some go go juice,[yes, she talks to me] so I stop at my favorite shell[north&83--for you chicago guys] station to pump in her favorite 93 octane and in pulls some dudes in a silverado. Yes I know a pickup and a gm on top of it.....so the driver starts askin on the merc and so on bla bla bla. Driver seems cool enough and asks if I wanna go on a run, my first instincts was a no, but I couldn't give the MM a wimp out. I ask him whats he got ..he says 5.3 .. 285 horse. I have no idea what the numbers are on the gms but hey its a pickup and it looks harmless enough and I haven't gone up against anything yet. We agree on a spot and start to motor out of the station. I pull up at the light and my heart starts racing and it feels like its gonna close up my throat. WOW I haven't felt that good in a good ten years or so. We pull out north bound on RT 83 and I figure I would give him a little taste of the beastly MM, just in case he want to back out.... not a chance weather he loses or not he wants to run, cool. Driver pulls up next to me and says once we make the turn around [just before 3rd ave on RT 83...now we are south bound ...for you chi-town guys] we'll roll from 30. Not a car ahead in site. I take the left lane, him in the right. A roll from 30 was a big mistake on his part, the MM left him behind right away. I got up about 80 and said to myself this is no fun, So I start to hit the brakes and he starts to fly by. He realizes THIS race was over and were gonna do it again. I come to a complete stop, we stage and I count down from 3. Now the MM is in drive with overdrive on and a full tank of premium. We get a good even launch together and are nose to nose for about 30 feet and then Whammy! The MM is gone and now it's race against myself. I am WOT since the start and did not back out till about 6200 in 3rd 'cuz I wasn't sure if this thing was gonna shift. Just as I let up a little she shifts into overdrive and were gone till 120. Driver and myself pull over swap a few tech bits and a thumbs up. I get home, pull her in the garage, tell her I'm sorry, give here a gentle pat on the roof and say I won't do it again. YEAH RIGHT! Not much of a race, but enough illegals to get the blood pumpin'.
.....coming home late last night and the merc says she needs some go go juice,[yes, she talks to me] so I stop at my favorite shell[north&83--for you chicago guys] station to pump in her favorite 93 octane and in pulls some dudes in a silverado. Yes I know a pickup and a gm on top of it.....so the driver starts askin on the merc and so on bla bla bla. Driver seems cool enough and asks if I wanna go on a run, my first instincts was a no, but I couldn't give the MM a wimp out. I ask him whats he got ..he says 5.3 .. 285 horse. I have no idea what the numbers are on the gms but hey its a pickup and it looks harmless enough and I haven't gone up against anything yet. We agree on a spot and start to motor out of the station. I pull up at the light and my heart starts racing and it feels like its gonna close up my throat. WOW I haven't felt that good in a good ten years or so. We pull out north bound on RT 83 and I figure I would give him a little taste of the beastly MM, just in case he want to back out.... not a chance weather he loses or not he wants to run, cool. Driver pulls up next to me and says once we make the turn around [just before 3rd ave on RT 83...now we are south bound ...for you chi-town guys] we'll roll from 30. Not a car ahead in site. I take the left lane, him in the right. A roll from 30 was a big mistake on his part, the MM left him behind right away. I got up about 80 and said to myself this is no fun, So I start to hit the brakes and he starts to fly by. He realizes THIS race was over and were gonna do it again. I come to a complete stop, we stage and I count down from 3. Now the MM is in drive with overdrive on and a full tank of premium. We get a good even launch together and are nose to nose for about 30 feet and then Whammy! The MM is gone and now it's race against myself. I am WOT since the start and did not back out till about 6200 in 3rd 'cuz I wasn't sure if this thing was gonna shift. Just as I let up a little she shifts into overdrive and were gone till 120. Driver and myself pull over swap a few tech bits and a thumbs up. I get home, pull her in the garage, tell her I'm sorry, give here a gentle pat on the roof and say I won't do it again. YEAH RIGHT! Not much of a race, but enough illegals to get the blood pumpin'.