Even though I'm back in the gutters now.
Well, it was Sunday, 3 November. My mom let me drive the GN by myself.
I started out slow, only pulled 6-8lbs of boost when accelerating from a stop sign. No cops in sight. I pull up to a light and there is a new Ford Expedition. He starts to roll forward slowly like he wants to race. I start to boost it up. Get to 6#. The turbo is whistling like a mother. The left side of the car is 6" higher than the right. The light turns green.
I leave the line in a huge cloud of smoke. I can barely see the headlights of the person behind me.
Kill 1.
I get to Blockbuster, my original destination. I am literally shaking, excitement, fear, I don't know.
After 30 mins trying to decide on a movie I come back to the GN. There are two cops looking it over like its Playmate of the Month.
I talk to them and, to make a long story short, agree to race a new Mustang GT pursuit car from a 45 punch.
We go way north on a major road, out of town, and I try the boosting-it-up-while-moving thing, and after his third honk (my idea
), I punch it. Bye bye Mustang. I had a good 3 lengths on it when I shut down. The cop bluelighted me and we talked for a bit. The other cop, in the Crown Vic, said I got to 100 "really damn fast". We raced again but it was at much higher speeds and I was SCARED.
So I parted with the cops and headed south, cruising for victims. I see the 4 taillights of a vette (C5) and excitedly race to meet it at a light. I look over and rev, but its a woman. I think she snorted, or laughed, or something.
Well, I leave the line with 2# of boost, don't slip the tires, accelerate like a mother, and by the time the Vette realized what was going on, it was too late. She stayed about 2 feet off my bumper (the road went from 2 lanes to 1), then when it widened out aqain, she tried to pass. I punched it and ran about 1/2 length ahead of her.
Then I returned home, and my parents asked why it took 90 minutes to get a movie, and why the garage smelled like burned rubber.
I dunno Mom!
Well, it was Sunday, 3 November. My mom let me drive the GN by myself.
I started out slow, only pulled 6-8lbs of boost when accelerating from a stop sign. No cops in sight. I pull up to a light and there is a new Ford Expedition. He starts to roll forward slowly like he wants to race. I start to boost it up. Get to 6#. The turbo is whistling like a mother. The left side of the car is 6" higher than the right. The light turns green.
I leave the line in a huge cloud of smoke. I can barely see the headlights of the person behind me.
Kill 1.
I get to Blockbuster, my original destination. I am literally shaking, excitement, fear, I don't know.
After 30 mins trying to decide on a movie I come back to the GN. There are two cops looking it over like its Playmate of the Month.
I talk to them and, to make a long story short, agree to race a new Mustang GT pursuit car from a 45 punch.
We go way north on a major road, out of town, and I try the boosting-it-up-while-moving thing, and after his third honk (my idea
), I punch it. Bye bye Mustang. I had a good 3 lengths on it when I shut down. The cop bluelighted me and we talked for a bit. The other cop, in the Crown Vic, said I got to 100 "really damn fast". We raced again but it was at much higher speeds and I was SCARED.So I parted with the cops and headed south, cruising for victims. I see the 4 taillights of a vette (C5) and excitedly race to meet it at a light. I look over and rev, but its a woman. I think she snorted, or laughed, or something.
Well, I leave the line with 2# of boost, don't slip the tires, accelerate like a mother, and by the time the Vette realized what was going on, it was too late. She stayed about 2 feet off my bumper (the road went from 2 lanes to 1), then when it widened out aqain, she tried to pass. I punched it and ran about 1/2 length ahead of her.Then I returned home, and my parents asked why it took 90 minutes to get a movie, and why the garage smelled like burned rubber.
I dunno Mom!
