meanchicken
gallo vicioso
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That's what it's been like these last few days.
A few days ago, I clobbered a nice 68 Mustang Fastback. Beautiful car and it sounded very healthy.
I cruised passed him and fluttered the boost at him as I went by at about 55mph to his approx 50mph. He let me go up about 10 lengths before he took the bait and then he took a run at me. I waited until he was about 5 lengths back (he was definitely WOT by the sound of it) and then nailed it. He never even go long side me....he probably made it to my door and then I just left him.
He got alongside later and gave me a thumbs up.
A little later I found a sweet '68 SS 350 Camaro in a double left turn lane. I got along side him in the open lane and we commented on each other cars.
On the green we made the left and as we straightened out.....I crushed him...
While looking in my mirror I could see him in the distance giving me a thumbs up out his window.
Then yesterday....another STi met its death. First he went at me from a roll...I pulled him with my tires still spinning. At the next light I was watching him come up alongside in my mirror and his wife looked just as pissed
as mine gets when I race with her in the car....he was getting an ear full
.
None the less, he looked over and was smiling ear to ear. He said something as the light turned green...I couldn't make it out...but I figured he'd not try again since his wife was already chattering away....sounded like she was buzzing away in Tagalog...a familiar Filipino dialect...
Undeterred by the passenger side airbag
, he set his throttle to "No more blah, blah, blah!" and took off. With the jump...and good AWD traction...he got out on me a couple lengths before I got my street radials to hook. Then I just went around him.
I let the boost blow off as I went by him.
Then as I watched in the mirror, he was still smiling, but now his wife
looked like her head was gonna grenade.:biggrin:
He turned off and went home to get his whoopin'
A few days ago, I clobbered a nice 68 Mustang Fastback. Beautiful car and it sounded very healthy.
I cruised passed him and fluttered the boost at him as I went by at about 55mph to his approx 50mph. He let me go up about 10 lengths before he took the bait and then he took a run at me. I waited until he was about 5 lengths back (he was definitely WOT by the sound of it) and then nailed it. He never even go long side me....he probably made it to my door and then I just left him.
He got alongside later and gave me a thumbs up.
A little later I found a sweet '68 SS 350 Camaro in a double left turn lane. I got along side him in the open lane and we commented on each other cars.
On the green we made the left and as we straightened out.....I crushed him...
While looking in my mirror I could see him in the distance giving me a thumbs up out his window.
Then yesterday....another STi met its death. First he went at me from a roll...I pulled him with my tires still spinning. At the next light I was watching him come up alongside in my mirror and his wife looked just as pissed


None the less, he looked over and was smiling ear to ear. He said something as the light turned green...I couldn't make it out...but I figured he'd not try again since his wife was already chattering away....sounded like she was buzzing away in Tagalog...a familiar Filipino dialect...
Undeterred by the passenger side airbag

I let the boost blow off as I went by him.
Then as I watched in the mirror, he was still smiling, but now his wife

He turned off and went home to get his whoopin'