Hey what's goin down?
I got a story that should throw your mind completely! A little road run against a
beefed little Honda who's driver should've been driving that car, i dunno if he was
on crack or what at the time :smoka: but anyway here's my story:
I'm cruisin around town last summer in my '89 Dodge Colt 200 GT. Basically stock,
just got the stock 5 speed 4 banger under the hood with a performance exhaust system.
The trick is this particular night i had poured my gas tank with about 1/8 full of jet fuel
( don't ask how i got it!
).
Anyways, so i'm on a stretch of freeway 2 lanes wide about 2 AM when this ricer and his
boy pull up next to me at a stop light. He's got the stickers and the exhaust and bright green flowin all over what looked like an '86ish Prelude. The rims, the lines, it was all there. He's
blastin his music, looks over at me and laughs. I'm thinkin bring it buddy and rev my little
engine.
He laughs again and it's on. I'm watchin the light and i guess he wasn't cuz as soon as the
other light blinks red i floor my gas. Our light goes green, i pop the clutch and we're gone
with tires smoking (his anyway, mine don't smoke much).
We're completely neck in neck, and God knows how that's goin down the whole first - 2nd gears. I'm flying in 3rd gear, just maxing out my rpm at about 110km/h (sorry i dunno mph) and i look beside me and he starts pullin ahead. I'm wonderin when the jet fuel's gonna kick
and when i slam into 4th, i can feel it hit. Like a tiny puff of NOS or a weak turbo i'm shootin ahead of this buffed Prelude like the $hieter is standing still. I put it 5th (my 4th gear ain't no good unless climbing a hill) and keep on pushing my Colt to the max.....by this time the Honda's 6 car lengths behind me at least, and i'm startin to push 190km/h. That's close to 126mph i think. Anyways, and what do i see ahead but a cop sittin at the side of the road.....i shift it to 2nd and slam the brakes, and this ricer goes flyin by me with his finger's flipped laughin like i've blown my motor.
When the cop hits his lights and takes off after him, it's me laughin my ass off. Who would've though a POS Colt with some jet fuel could take a buffed up Prelude?
PS: To the ricer that thought he was all that, stop wastin Daddy's money on your car and
try working for you wheels the hard way. Fingers up to you! :finger:
Thanks for reading, and i welcome your comments