I'll start this off by saying that this was not in a TR (had to sell mine 
) and it wasn't even in my Park Avenue Ultra, so those purists who only want to read TR related kills may want to skip this one, but those who want to read a rather amusing ricer kill, please read on...
I'll reveal what I was driving at the end -- the suspense makes the story better (no looking ahead).
This morning, I pulled up to a light next to a bright red Civic with a coffee can exhaust, the fancy Type R emblem, and a handful of other emblems. The driver had on fingerless leather driving gloves and acted like he was the fastest thing on the road. I must admit that he seemed to take good care of his car -- my rather dingy yellow and black paint job was reflecting nicely off his freshly waxed red paint.
I decided to see if I could put this guy in his place, so I brought the rpms up and felt the engine strain against the brakes. When the light turned green, I released the brakes and floored the gas. I lunged ahead by about 2 Honda-lengths and the only thing I could hear over the roar of my 4-inch exhaust was the sound of his buzz-saw engine and coffee can exhaust. He managed to gain back about 2 feet, but then we stayed that way until I pulled out upon reaching the speed limit. It was a short, but difinitive victory, and the bright red ricer limped away with his tail tucked.
I showed him who was boss, not in a TR, and not in my supercharged Park Avenue Ultra, but in my daily driver...
A 1990...
7.1 liter...
170 hp...
340 ft. lbs. of torque...
yellow and black...
school bus!!
PLEASE NOTE: I did NOT have students on board (I was going to refuel my 4 mpg behemoth), and I did not exceed the speed limit (45 mph), nor did I break any laws during the above incident.
Another note for the cynics out there: I can't say for sure that he was giving it his all, but it sounded like he was winding the engine up pretty high.
) and it wasn't even in my Park Avenue Ultra, so those purists who only want to read TR related kills may want to skip this one, but those who want to read a rather amusing ricer kill, please read on...I'll reveal what I was driving at the end -- the suspense makes the story better (no looking ahead).
This morning, I pulled up to a light next to a bright red Civic with a coffee can exhaust, the fancy Type R emblem, and a handful of other emblems. The driver had on fingerless leather driving gloves and acted like he was the fastest thing on the road. I must admit that he seemed to take good care of his car -- my rather dingy yellow and black paint job was reflecting nicely off his freshly waxed red paint.
I decided to see if I could put this guy in his place, so I brought the rpms up and felt the engine strain against the brakes. When the light turned green, I released the brakes and floored the gas. I lunged ahead by about 2 Honda-lengths and the only thing I could hear over the roar of my 4-inch exhaust was the sound of his buzz-saw engine and coffee can exhaust. He managed to gain back about 2 feet, but then we stayed that way until I pulled out upon reaching the speed limit. It was a short, but difinitive victory, and the bright red ricer limped away with his tail tucked.
I showed him who was boss, not in a TR, and not in my supercharged Park Avenue Ultra, but in my daily driver...
A 1990...
7.1 liter...
170 hp...
340 ft. lbs. of torque...
yellow and black...
school bus!!
PLEASE NOTE: I did NOT have students on board (I was going to refuel my 4 mpg behemoth), and I did not exceed the speed limit (45 mph), nor did I break any laws during the above incident.
Another note for the cynics out there: I can't say for sure that he was giving it his all, but it sounded like he was winding the engine up pretty high.
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