Wedge
02-02-2007, 02:38 PM
To liven things up. I thought I would post some of my old kill stories.
My Car: s14 sr20det ~14psi all supporting mods. Traps around 105. Best of 108.
Note: I like corvettes, and I think the LS1 is an incredible motor. If I was at a stage in my life where owning would be feasible it would definitely be a top contender.
This story was also a couple months back, but is a close 2nd to my all time favorite. It’s shorter than the last, but still has the same concept. Most people don’t have a clue.
It was a brisk clear night in Georgia (around 2am) at the end of summer. The air was perfect for windows to be down and maybe a little light techno for a good drive home.
I just left a friend of mine’s and was headed home on 138 back to Conyers. I decided to stop off at a Quicktrip for a fill up and a drink. I walk out from getting my slushy only to hear the worst music (I can’t remember what song it was) out of a shiny red convertible c5 which buzzed by me going faster than anyone should in a parking lot. If I hadn’t have stopped walking, I would more than likely hit his mirror.
“Ass”, I thought to myself as I try to ignore it walking back to my car. Low and behold they park at adjacent pump as mine. They both jump out of the car without opening the doors. The boy band was still blaring on the stock stereo. Both looked younger than 16 and were wearing matching white t-shirts that came down their knees, a trucker hat, and a Mr. T starter kit.
I would have left them alone. I wouldn’t have given them another look, but they kept jumping around like idiots and they took turns hopping in the car and revving to the limiter. It was getting on everyone’s nerve.
I was done pumping gas, and wanted to leave before someone thought that I knew idiots next to me. As soon as I started my car, the two stopped jumping around and stared for a second then laughed and pointed. One jumped in the car and revved while the other kept laughing and walked to my window.
“Your car sounds like ass,” was all the boy could say. “Thanks, but I like it,” I reply. “Why would you want to make a rice rocket sounds so bad?” he questioned. “So I can beat cars that don’t give respect.”
He walks away for a second as if stunned or I am completely insane, and then walked back. “We got a vette that just loves little ricer fucks like you.” At this point I am done with the talk. Trying to explain to these idiots anything about cars is pointless. I say “I will be waiting when you leave” and drive around next to the exit.
I can see the rear of the vette, and watch his reverse lights flash as he puts it into gear. Automatic, not like one of these kids could drive a stick anyways. I know it doesn’t hurt the LS1 much, but I will take it.
When enter on the road, and the clowns turn the car sideways leaving the gas station. I slowed down to wait, so he could back up and correct himself on the road. I thought to myself I sure hope these idiots don’t hit me.
So finally he comes up creeping beside me and just takes off. I knew there were going to be no honks, so I was ready. We were nose to nose for awhile. I go through 2nd and 3rd and the only thing louder than my car is them yelling like idiots. By 4th gear I had about car on them, which made me smile because I could no longer hear the music or the idiots yelling.
We catch a light. Long story short. He spins badly, and I get a perfect launch. By 80mph I was a good couple cars in front. That’s enough for me, GSP is bad on 138.
I turned around in another gas station and they pull beside me. They say they spun too bad and want to go again. I say we raced twice and that he lost both. He assured me that the first time was him just playing with me, even though I know better. I say whatever, and go to leave. They start cursing and using racial slurs. So, I look back, hold my phone out the window, wait for them to shut up, and say “Hey it’s for you… It’s your dad… He said to bring his car back.”
Thanks,
Alan
My Car: s14 sr20det ~14psi all supporting mods. Traps around 105. Best of 108.
Note: I like corvettes, and I think the LS1 is an incredible motor. If I was at a stage in my life where owning would be feasible it would definitely be a top contender.
This story was also a couple months back, but is a close 2nd to my all time favorite. It’s shorter than the last, but still has the same concept. Most people don’t have a clue.
It was a brisk clear night in Georgia (around 2am) at the end of summer. The air was perfect for windows to be down and maybe a little light techno for a good drive home.
I just left a friend of mine’s and was headed home on 138 back to Conyers. I decided to stop off at a Quicktrip for a fill up and a drink. I walk out from getting my slushy only to hear the worst music (I can’t remember what song it was) out of a shiny red convertible c5 which buzzed by me going faster than anyone should in a parking lot. If I hadn’t have stopped walking, I would more than likely hit his mirror.
“Ass”, I thought to myself as I try to ignore it walking back to my car. Low and behold they park at adjacent pump as mine. They both jump out of the car without opening the doors. The boy band was still blaring on the stock stereo. Both looked younger than 16 and were wearing matching white t-shirts that came down their knees, a trucker hat, and a Mr. T starter kit.
I would have left them alone. I wouldn’t have given them another look, but they kept jumping around like idiots and they took turns hopping in the car and revving to the limiter. It was getting on everyone’s nerve.
I was done pumping gas, and wanted to leave before someone thought that I knew idiots next to me. As soon as I started my car, the two stopped jumping around and stared for a second then laughed and pointed. One jumped in the car and revved while the other kept laughing and walked to my window.
“Your car sounds like ass,” was all the boy could say. “Thanks, but I like it,” I reply. “Why would you want to make a rice rocket sounds so bad?” he questioned. “So I can beat cars that don’t give respect.”
He walks away for a second as if stunned or I am completely insane, and then walked back. “We got a vette that just loves little ricer fucks like you.” At this point I am done with the talk. Trying to explain to these idiots anything about cars is pointless. I say “I will be waiting when you leave” and drive around next to the exit.
I can see the rear of the vette, and watch his reverse lights flash as he puts it into gear. Automatic, not like one of these kids could drive a stick anyways. I know it doesn’t hurt the LS1 much, but I will take it.
When enter on the road, and the clowns turn the car sideways leaving the gas station. I slowed down to wait, so he could back up and correct himself on the road. I thought to myself I sure hope these idiots don’t hit me.
So finally he comes up creeping beside me and just takes off. I knew there were going to be no honks, so I was ready. We were nose to nose for awhile. I go through 2nd and 3rd and the only thing louder than my car is them yelling like idiots. By 4th gear I had about car on them, which made me smile because I could no longer hear the music or the idiots yelling.
We catch a light. Long story short. He spins badly, and I get a perfect launch. By 80mph I was a good couple cars in front. That’s enough for me, GSP is bad on 138.
I turned around in another gas station and they pull beside me. They say they spun too bad and want to go again. I say we raced twice and that he lost both. He assured me that the first time was him just playing with me, even though I know better. I say whatever, and go to leave. They start cursing and using racial slurs. So, I look back, hold my phone out the window, wait for them to shut up, and say “Hey it’s for you… It’s your dad… He said to bring his car back.”
Thanks,
Alan