So a friend of mine from college tells me that some of his friends are having a first annual car club show. He says I should come out and enter and it would help get the numbers up of entries and it was a newer club and any entries would help. I had nothing better to do so I ran out into the garage, ran the mini vac through the interior with a once over and popped
the hood for a quick shine and then wiped the previous weekends burnout slag off the rear fenders and headed of to the event. Well, the only other car in the year class as mine was an 1990 Iroc Z. It had some kinda aftermarket wheels some louvers (how lame), a few chrome parts on the stock TPI motor. The car had something like 90,000 miles on it. Some aftermarket sticker on the back glass, like a big bow tie lookin thing. To say the least I have an idea that this wasn't 1 of 1555 if you know what I mean. But as I found out real quick, this was a bunch of Chevy guys. Not a stang or ricer around even. Just little ol me with a weird v6 powered firebird. Not so much as a minor inquiry as to the background of the car or anything. The guy with the Iroc z won his trophy. But oh, the gods of revenge smiled upon me moments after. When leaving this parking lot, right in front of the crowd that just elected the other F-body more worthy than mine, got to feast their eys on one hell of an embarrassing a** kicking. He got the trophy, but I got satisfaction in the form of about 10 car lengths. Haven't seen that car around since.
the hood for a quick shine and then wiped the previous weekends burnout slag off the rear fenders and headed of to the event. Well, the only other car in the year class as mine was an 1990 Iroc Z. It had some kinda aftermarket wheels some louvers (how lame), a few chrome parts on the stock TPI motor. The car had something like 90,000 miles on it. Some aftermarket sticker on the back glass, like a big bow tie lookin thing. To say the least I have an idea that this wasn't 1 of 1555 if you know what I mean. But as I found out real quick, this was a bunch of Chevy guys. Not a stang or ricer around even. Just little ol me with a weird v6 powered firebird. Not so much as a minor inquiry as to the background of the car or anything. The guy with the Iroc z won his trophy. But oh, the gods of revenge smiled upon me moments after. When leaving this parking lot, right in front of the crowd that just elected the other F-body more worthy than mine, got to feast their eys on one hell of an embarrassing a** kicking. He got the trophy, but I got satisfaction in the form of about 10 car lengths. Haven't seen that car around since.
