Haha, a race!
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Haha, a race!
Now, I still don't have my Camaro back yet, its tomorrow morning =)
I am currently driving my mom's Sebring, dark green metallic with gold rims, black rag-top. (slow-****)
But after I drop my buddy off, I'm heading home and I have to stop at this intersection.
This is honostly one of the longest lights in the history of time, I must have been waiting for 2 min, but it all paid off in the end =)
So I'm listening to Ozzy (I don't wanna stop!) windows down, kinda loud just because it sounds soo good with the Infinity speakers/sub.
Then quite possibly the most riced Integra I've ever seen pulls into the next lane. (Red Integra, Primer Black font/back bumper, CF hood, Ricer tail-lights, and a wing that belongs on an airplane)
He's got his windows down, blaring some rap-crap, looks over at me and laughs...
First battle:
Speaker Wars!
I win just because he's a nub, listening to rap thinking that turning it up to the point where its disorting and rattling his windshield and anything else not properly bolted down. (His spoiler, lol!)
Finally we turn down the music, light is STILL red, few cars crossing still.
He ganders my way, revving.
I nose the Sebring forward, staging on the crosswalk.
Ricer matches my stage.
I can see the lights to my left turn red, 3 seconds to green!
(No cars around, don't worry preachers.)
I'm torque-braking the beast, Ricer matches, throwing into neutral.
Green light!
My front tires grip the pavement, with a slight squeak of disgression from the pavement.
Ricer drops into Drive...
CLUNK! SPUTTER! silence.
He's red-lined his auto tranny and thrown it into drive!
I can't contain my laughter for his humilation!
As soon as I get across the intersection I pull a "U-ee!" (lol sound it out) to find the kid with the hood popped up, cussing like a sailor.
I pull up next to him and ask what happened!
"Oh this isn't my normal car, I'm used to driving my Supra, I thought I could drop it in like the clutch..."
Apparently this was his buddies car, who was in the car with him at the time.
I leave them to drown in their shame with a nice E-brake-brake-stand, blaring Iron Maiden's Powerslave!
Don't underestimate the SeBeast!
I am currently driving my mom's Sebring, dark green metallic with gold rims, black rag-top. (slow-****)
But after I drop my buddy off, I'm heading home and I have to stop at this intersection.
This is honostly one of the longest lights in the history of time, I must have been waiting for 2 min, but it all paid off in the end =)
So I'm listening to Ozzy (I don't wanna stop!) windows down, kinda loud just because it sounds soo good with the Infinity speakers/sub.
Then quite possibly the most riced Integra I've ever seen pulls into the next lane. (Red Integra, Primer Black font/back bumper, CF hood, Ricer tail-lights, and a wing that belongs on an airplane)
He's got his windows down, blaring some rap-crap, looks over at me and laughs...
First battle:
Speaker Wars!
I win just because he's a nub, listening to rap thinking that turning it up to the point where its disorting and rattling his windshield and anything else not properly bolted down. (His spoiler, lol!)
Finally we turn down the music, light is STILL red, few cars crossing still.
He ganders my way, revving.
I nose the Sebring forward, staging on the crosswalk.
Ricer matches my stage.
I can see the lights to my left turn red, 3 seconds to green!
(No cars around, don't worry preachers.)
I'm torque-braking the beast, Ricer matches, throwing into neutral.
Green light!
My front tires grip the pavement, with a slight squeak of disgression from the pavement.
Ricer drops into Drive...
CLUNK! SPUTTER! silence.
He's red-lined his auto tranny and thrown it into drive!
I can't contain my laughter for his humilation!
As soon as I get across the intersection I pull a "U-ee!" (lol sound it out) to find the kid with the hood popped up, cussing like a sailor.
I pull up next to him and ask what happened!
"Oh this isn't my normal car, I'm used to driving my Supra, I thought I could drop it in like the clutch..."
Apparently this was his buddies car, who was in the car with him at the time.
I leave them to drown in their shame with a nice E-brake-brake-stand, blaring Iron Maiden's Powerslave!
Don't underestimate the SeBeast!