Azrial89
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Coming home from dinner tonight with my two friends in the Buick, Instead of taking the freeway back home, we took t0 the streets looking for some fun. As I took a left on to a main drag, I noticed a Chrysler Conquest making a right on to the same road and he wanted to get all up in my business. I was leading and about a mile down the road we took a left on to a side street that led back towards the freeway. As I turned down this road, a Mustang GT was in front of me, as I followed him, the Conquest passed me sputtering his blow off valve as he pulled in front. As we reached the freeway, the Mustang continued onto the on ramp and the Conquest pulled into the gas station, I decided to continue on to freeway. I heard him screaming through the gas station to catch me, I entered the freeway at about 50-55 I saw him pull up behind me, Ryan (sitting in the back) reminded me friendly "your in over drive!" as he finished his sentence, the Conquest started his move and I was a second behind, I downshifted and it was a foot race. We had open freeway for a whole mile... I pushed the Buick the hardest I have ever pushed her. Cal (sitting shotgun) was my gauge man monitoring and exclaiming words of encouragement! My speedometer needle broke off months ago, plus I have the 85mph speedo, so I had no clue how fast I was going. As we climbed in speed,I sat dead even with the little minion that was the Conquest. I brought the motor near red line and shifted up and still hanging dead even. As we reached (best we could guess) 110 I started reeling him in and I saw him looking back at me checking my position, as he saw I was gaining on him, and starting to pass at roughly 120-130 he slammed on the brakes... I know I scared him, because as we exited, he used this opportunity to "RICE" me and go after the Mustang. He was expecting an easy win and the Buick Had other plans. Now he wanted to pick on the naturally aspirated little Moostang. I was proud of the her tonight, Not a clear victory, but more of an education that was delivered in the way of a Buick bitch slap to the confidence of this driver. All the advice I hear about street racing tells me not to race from a roll but to race from the dig. But that's the problem... these Riceronies refuse to go from the dig, its all about the roll for them. So me and the Ol' Girl will adapt... we will adapt and overcome! We have big plans and we are going places!!!