I'm driving home (hour commute) and minding my own business at a four lane light in town. I'm actually sitting there, head down and texting. I hear a loud growl and look up to find a heavily modified LS1 with a huge hood scoop, stickers all over the back window, and a mean lope. Ruh, roh....Couple of kids, so I'm not too anxious to get on it, having visions of them squirreling into my lane, so I kind of ignore them.
Light turns green, and they bark it, so instinct kicks in and I floor it. Held my own but by 70, they'd put a car length on me. Then I remembered....Oh, shoot, I'm not in my GN
That's right, gotcha! I'm in my 03 supercharged Marauder...what was I thinking!!
Marauder's no slouch, putting down 470+ RWHP, but at 4500 lbs with my fat butt in it, I'm no match. I catch up and give them a thumb's up. At the next light, I ask them what they run and he says, low 11's. I know my 'Rauder runs 12.5 so I'm thinking BS, but I just got beat so I'm in no position to argue
I tell them when I get my high 10 GN back from Kieth, I'll be looking them up
Then we'll really see if you got low 11's.
Light turns green, and they bark it, so instinct kicks in and I floor it. Held my own but by 70, they'd put a car length on me. Then I remembered....Oh, shoot, I'm not in my GN

Marauder's no slouch, putting down 470+ RWHP, but at 4500 lbs with my fat butt in it, I'm no match. I catch up and give them a thumb's up. At the next light, I ask them what they run and he says, low 11's. I know my 'Rauder runs 12.5 so I'm thinking BS, but I just got beat so I'm in no position to argue

