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68Mustang
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I always enjoy going to Sonic with my family. Earlier tonight, we took out the Mean Blue Machine, our 1969 Charger, because the GN doesn't like 100 degree temperatures.
While sitting at Sonic, a white Eagle Talon with a "carbon fiber" hood pulled up across from me. The driver, a teenager, saw our car and immediately got out to inspect it. I still had skinnies and ET Streets on it, so he should have known not to mess with us.
My son commented that since he was more inclined to push the car, in the event of any street race, he should be the driver. I had promised him that he could drive on the way back, but told him not to go over 4000 rpm. He snickered and walked over towards the Charger, keys in hand.
The teenager, whose pants were the lowest I had seen all day, asked him if it was fast. My son laughed and asked him if his car was white. It took the kid a second or two to figure that one out. He then said something to the effect of "I just beat a Z28 out on Oracle. There's no way this old POS could outrun me."
Andrew (my son) later told me that he wondered why the kid was so cocky. I saw why when I glanced at his car again - his girlfriend was with him. Andrew looked over at the Talon, saw the girl, and did a double take. Apparently, it was an ex-girlfriend...
The the kid got pushy and said, "So, we gonna do this, or what?"
I said, "Let my wife finish her slush" and the Andrew said, "In the meantime, you'd better close that wastegate, 'cuz you're gonna need all the boost you can get." I could see that the kid wanted to be cocky in front of his girlfriend but he was starting to break down a bit. At this point, he walked back over to his car and started it up. My wife and I got in the Charger and my son got in and started it. Those dual Flowmasters leave no doubt in your mind that there is something strong under the hood of that car. The kid looked kind of sickly when he pulled out of the drive-in, my son following close behind. We drove for a few minutes until we found an open side-by-side stoplight. We were in the right lane, and our lane ended about 300 yards up the road. We'd have to push it, especially if this kids car was fast. I wasn;t sure what Talons ran, but I knew they were quick cars. When the light turned green, Andrew floored it and the car nearly stalled. So much for being a race driver - he had the car in third, not first. The Talon was across the intersection when he got it into first and dropped the hammer at 3300-3500 rpm or so. We took off screaming and were beside the talon in a jiffy. Andrew shifted to second and third smoothly and although we have no speedometer, I have no doubt that we were going 70 in a matter of seconds. My wife turned and waved as we passed the Talon. When we reached the merge, the Talon was six car lengths back - at least - and Andrew slowed to a reasonable speed. The Talon was still moving and crossed the double yellow to pass us. As he did, he gave us the finger.
So my son came up with this nifty description for the event:
Cheeseburger, 2 root beer floats, and a fruit slush: 7.98
Gas: 23.00
Humiliating your ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend: Priceless
I will have to teach him how to shift, however...
While sitting at Sonic, a white Eagle Talon with a "carbon fiber" hood pulled up across from me. The driver, a teenager, saw our car and immediately got out to inspect it. I still had skinnies and ET Streets on it, so he should have known not to mess with us.
My son commented that since he was more inclined to push the car, in the event of any street race, he should be the driver. I had promised him that he could drive on the way back, but told him not to go over 4000 rpm. He snickered and walked over towards the Charger, keys in hand.
The teenager, whose pants were the lowest I had seen all day, asked him if it was fast. My son laughed and asked him if his car was white. It took the kid a second or two to figure that one out. He then said something to the effect of "I just beat a Z28 out on Oracle. There's no way this old POS could outrun me."
Andrew (my son) later told me that he wondered why the kid was so cocky. I saw why when I glanced at his car again - his girlfriend was with him. Andrew looked over at the Talon, saw the girl, and did a double take. Apparently, it was an ex-girlfriend...
The the kid got pushy and said, "So, we gonna do this, or what?"
I said, "Let my wife finish her slush" and the Andrew said, "In the meantime, you'd better close that wastegate, 'cuz you're gonna need all the boost you can get." I could see that the kid wanted to be cocky in front of his girlfriend but he was starting to break down a bit. At this point, he walked back over to his car and started it up. My wife and I got in the Charger and my son got in and started it. Those dual Flowmasters leave no doubt in your mind that there is something strong under the hood of that car. The kid looked kind of sickly when he pulled out of the drive-in, my son following close behind. We drove for a few minutes until we found an open side-by-side stoplight. We were in the right lane, and our lane ended about 300 yards up the road. We'd have to push it, especially if this kids car was fast. I wasn;t sure what Talons ran, but I knew they were quick cars. When the light turned green, Andrew floored it and the car nearly stalled. So much for being a race driver - he had the car in third, not first. The Talon was across the intersection when he got it into first and dropped the hammer at 3300-3500 rpm or so. We took off screaming and were beside the talon in a jiffy. Andrew shifted to second and third smoothly and although we have no speedometer, I have no doubt that we were going 70 in a matter of seconds. My wife turned and waved as we passed the Talon. When we reached the merge, the Talon was six car lengths back - at least - and Andrew slowed to a reasonable speed. The Talon was still moving and crossed the double yellow to pass us. As he did, he gave us the finger.
So my son came up with this nifty description for the event:
Cheeseburger, 2 root beer floats, and a fruit slush: 7.98
Gas: 23.00
Humiliating your ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend: Priceless
I will have to teach him how to shift, however...
Hee Hee Hee. But they are freaking quick cars.
