Constable
12-07-2003, 11:24 PM
I haven't posted any of my nightly "pick-up races" lately, so here goes a few...
1 - I left work at 11pm and took the loong way home, as usual. Once I got out to Rt 9, I made sure that I made a low speed cruise through the shopping plaza where all the import crown hangs out. I cracked my driver side window JUST enough so that the drivers could see my flamed knit skull cap peering through the gap of the insane tint. Then I calmly cruised out of the lot and out to the traffic light. NOTE: My exhaust was rumbling with authority, but I had not blipped the throttle or gotten above 1,400 rpm at this point.
Once the light turned green I gave it a quick snap and the tires broke loose. Those SLP resonators were producing this down-right EVIL laugh that must've been taunting the hell outta the ricers. I let up after I realized the smoke was starting to billow, and just coasted to the next light (about 1/4 mile away).
Before I knew it, there was a low, sleek black Integra GSR sitting next to me at the light in the fast lane. The young man inside was very straight-foward and rolled his window down. I lowered mine JUST enough (I'm such a bastard). I nodded to his request for a race and then rolled it back up.
TC, OD, radio, and HVAC turned off... I'm watching the opposite lights turn yellow then red. Ours turns green, I lay into it. Tires spin, exhaust screams... I let off. Tires grab, I get back on it and he's ahead by a hair due to my wheel spin. I can hear him grabbing 2nd gear and his car dives a bit. I pulled on him like nobody's business, hit 2nd and it was all over!! He never regained ground after that.
I pulled into a storefront after passing the next light to await his arrival. The young man pulled in and was actually pretty cool. He showed me some of the work he had done to his car and I was impressed. He had personally installed a high perf head, cams, intake manifold, header, full exhaust, and upgraded the fuel system. He said he was running consistent 14.0's with a few 13.90's mixed in. The kid really knew his stuff and his car was very well put together. No body kit, no stickers, no tint, no crazy stereo, etc... Just factory "Type R" front & rear spoilers and a tasteful set of wheels. **GOOD RACE**
2 - I pulled up to a light a few days later and was met by a black Nissan 240SX in the next lane. It had gigantic wheels, a spaceship style body kit, bleacher spoiler, Sparco seats, 5 point harnesses, stickers everywhere, etc... The guy (yes, it was a grown man of about 35 years) gave me this stiff lipped nod and then sunk into his rice casket to "get ready". Upon view of green, I launched like a rocket and got so out-of-shape I almost drove into his lane. When I got the MM straight I just walked him, toying around.
The worst part about it is this: He was running a custom turbo setup with an intercooler the size of a Yugo stuffed into his bumper. He claimed that the car was set up for shows and that he'd have to get the race program out when we see eachother again... PLEASE SPARE ME!!
1 - I left work at 11pm and took the loong way home, as usual. Once I got out to Rt 9, I made sure that I made a low speed cruise through the shopping plaza where all the import crown hangs out. I cracked my driver side window JUST enough so that the drivers could see my flamed knit skull cap peering through the gap of the insane tint. Then I calmly cruised out of the lot and out to the traffic light. NOTE: My exhaust was rumbling with authority, but I had not blipped the throttle or gotten above 1,400 rpm at this point.
Once the light turned green I gave it a quick snap and the tires broke loose. Those SLP resonators were producing this down-right EVIL laugh that must've been taunting the hell outta the ricers. I let up after I realized the smoke was starting to billow, and just coasted to the next light (about 1/4 mile away).
Before I knew it, there was a low, sleek black Integra GSR sitting next to me at the light in the fast lane. The young man inside was very straight-foward and rolled his window down. I lowered mine JUST enough (I'm such a bastard). I nodded to his request for a race and then rolled it back up.
TC, OD, radio, and HVAC turned off... I'm watching the opposite lights turn yellow then red. Ours turns green, I lay into it. Tires spin, exhaust screams... I let off. Tires grab, I get back on it and he's ahead by a hair due to my wheel spin. I can hear him grabbing 2nd gear and his car dives a bit. I pulled on him like nobody's business, hit 2nd and it was all over!! He never regained ground after that.
I pulled into a storefront after passing the next light to await his arrival. The young man pulled in and was actually pretty cool. He showed me some of the work he had done to his car and I was impressed. He had personally installed a high perf head, cams, intake manifold, header, full exhaust, and upgraded the fuel system. He said he was running consistent 14.0's with a few 13.90's mixed in. The kid really knew his stuff and his car was very well put together. No body kit, no stickers, no tint, no crazy stereo, etc... Just factory "Type R" front & rear spoilers and a tasteful set of wheels. **GOOD RACE**
2 - I pulled up to a light a few days later and was met by a black Nissan 240SX in the next lane. It had gigantic wheels, a spaceship style body kit, bleacher spoiler, Sparco seats, 5 point harnesses, stickers everywhere, etc... The guy (yes, it was a grown man of about 35 years) gave me this stiff lipped nod and then sunk into his rice casket to "get ready". Upon view of green, I launched like a rocket and got so out-of-shape I almost drove into his lane. When I got the MM straight I just walked him, toying around.
The worst part about it is this: He was running a custom turbo setup with an intercooler the size of a Yugo stuffed into his bumper. He claimed that the car was set up for shows and that he'd have to get the race program out when we see eachother again... PLEASE SPARE ME!!