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First off. The bike don't really count as it was just a Harley. 
Cool dude riding it though. My eye was watching a white, shiny newish Mustang weave thru traffic behind me, as I got to a fresh red light. He was just able to cut in behind me as the traffic slowed. The only reason he couldn't get next to me, was the heavily modded Harley that pulled up on my right. A half a mile of open road lay ahead.
It was a hot So Cal day at the beach, so I had my windows down. (Note: I don't like to have my AC on if I think I may have to go WOT).
As the Ford closed in on my back bumper, I could read the words "SHELBY" . (backwards of course
) in my rear view mirror. Harley dude looks over at me and says "Nice ride". I could tell by the way he was scanning up and down my car that he had no clue as to what it was. I said "Thanks man. Nice bike". And for the record. It WAS a very nice bike. Low cut windscreen, tons of aftermarket parts and a "Pop" of the exhaust note that can only be had by a high compression engine.
I glanced back to see the Mustang guy scanning his mirrors to see if it was clear. Just before the cross traffic light went yellow, I yelled at the bike dude, "I think that Mustang behind me wants to run me". He smiled and nodded as if to say yea. I'm guessing that he couldn't hear me over his bike. By now, the cross traffic light was yellow. I could hear the Ford behind me coming up on the RPMs.
Green light.
As the light turned green, the bike and I rolled out smartly. I spooled it up to about ten pounds of boost as the bike stayed next to me. I looked over and saw a big ol grin on his face. Mustang guy had slid back as he was most likely having to shift thru gears. I kept things at about 12 lbs of boost as the bike pulled to my front fender and the Shelby started to make a serious run at my back bumper. This must have been about 60 mph.
At this point in time, I'd like to point out that racing is sometimes like sex. Ya never quite know what you're up against until it happens. I'm sure that Mustang guy was drooling over putting another easy notch in his shifter knob as that Monte in front of him, most likely wouldn't be able to get out of it's own way. 
As my gas pedal now hit the carpet and the boost went to 24 psi, It was obvious that the Stang had brought a twelve second knife to a ten second gun fight. Within a few seconds, the two of them were side by side and about 10 school bus lengths back. I clicked it off before a hundred and ten and coasted to the next light. Bike dude came up along side to give me a big thumps up and a smile. I returned the respect. All I could see of the Mustang guy was that he flipped a U turn before getting to our light. Guess I should have payed more attention, as that may have been my only chance to see the back end of one of those things.
Happy Fathers Day weekend.
Mike B.
Cool dude riding it though. My eye was watching a white, shiny newish Mustang weave thru traffic behind me, as I got to a fresh red light. He was just able to cut in behind me as the traffic slowed. The only reason he couldn't get next to me, was the heavily modded Harley that pulled up on my right. A half a mile of open road lay ahead.It was a hot So Cal day at the beach, so I had my windows down. (Note: I don't like to have my AC on if I think I may have to go WOT).
As the Ford closed in on my back bumper, I could read the words "SHELBY" . (backwards of course) in my rear view mirror. Harley dude looks over at me and says "Nice ride". I could tell by the way he was scanning up and down my car that he had no clue as to what it was. I said "Thanks man. Nice bike". And for the record. It WAS a very nice bike. Low cut windscreen, tons of aftermarket parts and a "Pop" of the exhaust note that can only be had by a high compression engine. I glanced back to see the Mustang guy scanning his mirrors to see if it was clear. Just before the cross traffic light went yellow, I yelled at the bike dude, "I think that Mustang behind me wants to run me". He smiled and nodded as if to say yea. I'm guessing that he couldn't hear me over his bike. By now, the cross traffic light was yellow. I could hear the Ford behind me coming up on the RPMs.
Green light.
As the light turned green, the bike and I rolled out smartly. I spooled it up to about ten pounds of boost as the bike stayed next to me. I looked over and saw a big ol grin on his face. Mustang guy had slid back as he was most likely having to shift thru gears. I kept things at about 12 lbs of boost as the bike pulled to my front fender and the Shelby started to make a serious run at my back bumper. This must have been about 60 mph.
At this point in time, I'd like to point out that racing is sometimes like sex. Ya never quite know what you're up against until it happens.
I'm sure that Mustang guy was drooling over putting another easy notch in his shifter knob as that Monte in front of him, most likely wouldn't be able to get out of it's own way. As my gas pedal now hit the carpet and the boost went to 24 psi, It was obvious that the Stang had brought a twelve second knife to a ten second gun fight. Within a few seconds, the two of them were side by side and about 10 school bus lengths back. I clicked it off before a hundred and ten and coasted to the next light. Bike dude came up along side to give me a big thumps up and a smile. I returned the respect. All I could see of the Mustang guy was that he flipped a U turn before getting to our light. Guess I should have payed more attention, as that may have been my only chance to see the back end of one of those things.
Happy Fathers Day weekend.
Mike B.
