- Joined
- Apr 4, 2002
Munched on some very tasty Mopars today.
First one: 8:15 AM. Me and a buddy had just left an early morning car show in Huntington Beach. We were cruising the Coast Highway back to my house, when I spotted a bright yellow Dodge Viper coming up through traffic in my rear veiw mirror. This definitely had my interest, so I switched to a slower lane to let him catch up. As he got up next to me, he gunned it and launched past me real quick. Since we were in 35 mph bumper to bumper traffic, all this automotive foreplay only told me, was that snake might soon be on the breakfast menu.
I let him slide in front of me, as he agressively gunned his car again to take the spot. I followed behind him for about two miles until we hit a fresh red light, with a one mile open road ahead.
Now, let me first tell you guys what I've learned about the Viper guys that I've met. They almost never race, unless they are absolutely positive that they've got the other guy covered like a wet blanket. Their fragile egos couldn't handle the devastation of having their asses handed to them by anything less then a Bugatti Veyron on NOS.
Back to the red light.
The left lane had an old red Porsche 944, followed by the Viper, then my GN. The right lane had a big moving truck that was overloaded to the point that I was humming the Beverly Hillbillies song in my head. So I say to my friend, "Perfect! When the 944 pulls ahead of that slow ass truck, this will open up a lane to run in". Sure enuogh, when the light went green, the 944 took off at a very quick pace, I was ready to go as soon as we started to roll. However, the viper just stayed even with the front bumper of the truck. keeping me from getting through. I guess this was his way of making sure that he wouldn't have to run me from a dig, and would start the race at a higher MPH, that would favor his stick shift car. Once I saw that I couldn't get through the gap, I dropped back about fifty feet or so. At about 45 mph, I hear the Viper go WOT and rocket around the big truck in the right lane. I immediately throw 25 lbs of boost (and over 500 HP) to the MT drag radials. They squeal for a second or two, then hook hard. I'm now coming at the ass end of this snake like a missile on a mission. By the time he gets that ten banger up to about 70 mph, I'm ready to blow past him going 20 mph faster. He was now about to pass the red 944 that left him at the light. Problem was, that if he did that, we'd have a mile of open road to where it was now obvious that me and my buddy would be quickly feasting on snake meat. I had to brake as he slowed to even with the 944, so that once again, I could not pass. Now, this same guy that was driving agressively in heavy traffic just a few minutes ago, was driving like a little old lady for the rest of the wide open mile. Just looking streight ahead...
Gota love it. I don't really call this an official kill, but I am pretty sure that somewhere out there is a bright yellow Dodge Viper convertable that may never again see more than half throttle...
Will post the other Mopar kill tomorrow. Time for bed now.
Mike B.
First one: 8:15 AM. Me and a buddy had just left an early morning car show in Huntington Beach. We were cruising the Coast Highway back to my house, when I spotted a bright yellow Dodge Viper coming up through traffic in my rear veiw mirror. This definitely had my interest, so I switched to a slower lane to let him catch up. As he got up next to me, he gunned it and launched past me real quick. Since we were in 35 mph bumper to bumper traffic, all this automotive foreplay only told me, was that snake might soon be on the breakfast menu.
I let him slide in front of me, as he agressively gunned his car again to take the spot. I followed behind him for about two miles until we hit a fresh red light, with a one mile open road ahead. Now, let me first tell you guys what I've learned about the Viper guys that I've met. They almost never race, unless they are absolutely positive that they've got the other guy covered like a wet blanket. Their fragile egos couldn't handle the devastation of having their asses handed to them by anything less then a Bugatti Veyron on NOS.
Back to the red light.
The left lane had an old red Porsche 944, followed by the Viper, then my GN. The right lane had a big moving truck that was overloaded to the point that I was humming the Beverly Hillbillies song in my head. So I say to my friend, "Perfect! When the 944 pulls ahead of that slow ass truck, this will open up a lane to run in". Sure enuogh, when the light went green, the 944 took off at a very quick pace, I was ready to go as soon as we started to roll. However, the viper just stayed even with the front bumper of the truck. keeping me from getting through. I guess this was his way of making sure that he wouldn't have to run me from a dig, and would start the race at a higher MPH, that would favor his stick shift car.
Once I saw that I couldn't get through the gap, I dropped back about fifty feet or so. At about 45 mph, I hear the Viper go WOT and rocket around the big truck in the right lane. I immediately throw 25 lbs of boost (and over 500 HP) to the MT drag radials. They squeal for a second or two, then hook hard. I'm now coming at the ass end of this snake like a missile on a mission. By the time he gets that ten banger up to about 70 mph, I'm ready to blow past him going 20 mph faster. He was now about to pass the red 944 that left him at the light. Problem was, that if he did that, we'd have a mile of open road to where it was now obvious that me and my buddy would be quickly feasting on snake meat. I had to brake as he slowed to even with the 944, so that once again, I could not pass. Now, this same guy that was driving agressively in heavy traffic just a few minutes ago, was driving like a little old lady for the rest of the wide open mile. Just looking streight ahead...Gota love it.
I don't really call this an official kill, but I am pretty sure that somewhere out there is a bright yellow Dodge Viper convertable that may never again see more than half throttle...Will post the other Mopar kill tomorrow. Time for bed now.
Mike B.
