My 17 year old employee has a 2000 Z-28 that he is quite proud of. It is a very clean bone stock automatic wearing silver paint. He was very curious about my latest aquisition, a stock low mileage 87 GN. After an entire day of questions about the GN Jake concluded that his car was faster. I told him he was probably correct and tried to drop the subject several times.
Well....... when we left work at about 8 PM tonight, he waited for me at the edge of the parking lot exit.... Big mistake!... I always feel that I can win (very competative)no matter what the odds. So of course I am more than willing..we pull on to the Boulevard and it is on!!
So.. we go from a 15 MPH roll. I instantly put about a car and a half on him! So excited ..... Then here he comes.. I'm slowing down.... aah ****.. almost 10 degrees of retard! He shows me the rear of his door and we keep that spacing... we were getting a bit fast so I back out.
Run two, we are almost stopped I was building boost on the brakes he says Go!!.. I do.. instantly!.. (I think he froze for a second) I pull out again by almost two and a half lengths!! Only 2 degrees of retard this time. He closes to my bumper and I hold him there till about 85 - 90 MPH.
Round Three, Full stop... I spin like hell... (God I love that) I hold his nose to my front tire till about 90 MPH once again.
So, when we stop I am ready to hear a laundry list of excuses. But, I am pleasntly surprised by Jake's **** eating grin and exclaimation of "I love that car!" Cool kid!!
Well....... when we left work at about 8 PM tonight, he waited for me at the edge of the parking lot exit.... Big mistake!... I always feel that I can win (very competative)no matter what the odds. So of course I am more than willing..we pull on to the Boulevard and it is on!!
So.. we go from a 15 MPH roll. I instantly put about a car and a half on him! So excited ..... Then here he comes.. I'm slowing down.... aah ****.. almost 10 degrees of retard! He shows me the rear of his door and we keep that spacing... we were getting a bit fast so I back out.
Run two, we are almost stopped I was building boost on the brakes he says Go!!.. I do.. instantly!.. (I think he froze for a second) I pull out again by almost two and a half lengths!! Only 2 degrees of retard this time. He closes to my bumper and I hold him there till about 85 - 90 MPH.
Round Three, Full stop... I spin like hell... (God I love that) I hold his nose to my front tire till about 90 MPH once again.
So, when we stop I am ready to hear a laundry list of excuses. But, I am pleasntly surprised by Jake's **** eating grin and exclaimation of "I love that car!" Cool kid!!
