Marauder131
07-06-2007, 10:57 PM
I recently got a Stallion 3000 torque converter installed to compliment the 4.10's and tune in my 03 Marauder, or Batmobile as I like to refer to it. I work on the road so I don't get a lot of time to drive the car and had only tested it out briefly after the install. The car just recently turned 11,000 kilometers.
Anyway, I arrived back home this evening and picked up the Marauder to make a quick run up town to the ATM. I stopped off at my parents house for a few minutes first and my Dad decided to come along for a drive. He loves the car. Leaving the bank, a 1992 or so 5.0 GT spots me from a block back and you can hear his exhaust as he must have been popping wood at the prospect of taking on my car. I have seen this car around town before, and my impression from the look and sound of it, is that it has to be modded to some degree. He rolls up on me and starts egging me on. At this point mind you, we are still in a bit of a busy area on the main drag and I'm not about to do something so hazardous as taking him on there. So, we keep cruising and he keeps egging me on. To my surprise, my Dad is just loving it and sort of encouraging me to rev it up and taunt him back. We clear through to the end of town to a point where there is no traffic and all is clear. In my mind, I'm really undecided as to weather I will take him on, or not. I have never run my car against anyone before.
The light up ahead is still green and we're nearly to it and it seems as though he's wondering about going heads up at the light when it turns, or a rolling start. As I ponder the prospect of a rolling start, I'm cogntive of not hitting it at that annoying sweet spot where the car won't downshift. I slow just a little to get into the right range and I hear him rev his 5.0 to issue another challenge. I nail it and the Batmobile takes off right in the perfect zone and the guy didn't even know what happend. By the time he got to the light and it started to turn, I don't think he knew whether to stop for the light or keep trying to catch me. I slowed at my turn to go home, and he finally sped up to me indicating his disappointment at my not going further out on the highway, as he seemed a little embarrassed to have gotten so surprised by the big black menace. Was it an honest race, perhaps not. Could I have taken him from a standstill heads up, again, maybe not. However, I figure he was the one poking a bear with a stick, and in doing so, got more than he bargained for. I couldn't stop laughing, as the timing of how it went down was so hilarious. The old man was grinning ear to ear. I suspect the 5.0 Stang will be looking for some redemption in the future, but hey, I gots nothing to prove, I already flexed some Marauder muscle. Ha ha.
Anyway, I arrived back home this evening and picked up the Marauder to make a quick run up town to the ATM. I stopped off at my parents house for a few minutes first and my Dad decided to come along for a drive. He loves the car. Leaving the bank, a 1992 or so 5.0 GT spots me from a block back and you can hear his exhaust as he must have been popping wood at the prospect of taking on my car. I have seen this car around town before, and my impression from the look and sound of it, is that it has to be modded to some degree. He rolls up on me and starts egging me on. At this point mind you, we are still in a bit of a busy area on the main drag and I'm not about to do something so hazardous as taking him on there. So, we keep cruising and he keeps egging me on. To my surprise, my Dad is just loving it and sort of encouraging me to rev it up and taunt him back. We clear through to the end of town to a point where there is no traffic and all is clear. In my mind, I'm really undecided as to weather I will take him on, or not. I have never run my car against anyone before.
The light up ahead is still green and we're nearly to it and it seems as though he's wondering about going heads up at the light when it turns, or a rolling start. As I ponder the prospect of a rolling start, I'm cogntive of not hitting it at that annoying sweet spot where the car won't downshift. I slow just a little to get into the right range and I hear him rev his 5.0 to issue another challenge. I nail it and the Batmobile takes off right in the perfect zone and the guy didn't even know what happend. By the time he got to the light and it started to turn, I don't think he knew whether to stop for the light or keep trying to catch me. I slowed at my turn to go home, and he finally sped up to me indicating his disappointment at my not going further out on the highway, as he seemed a little embarrassed to have gotten so surprised by the big black menace. Was it an honest race, perhaps not. Could I have taken him from a standstill heads up, again, maybe not. However, I figure he was the one poking a bear with a stick, and in doing so, got more than he bargained for. I couldn't stop laughing, as the timing of how it went down was so hilarious. The old man was grinning ear to ear. I suspect the 5.0 Stang will be looking for some redemption in the future, but hey, I gots nothing to prove, I already flexed some Marauder muscle. Ha ha.