Well, I'm finally back home, thank god for that, and I'm already at it again. Home for 2 days, already have three or for races. It looks like its gonna be a shitty summer for me, so I'll be doing a lot of racing. Stress relief and all.
Anyways, started off Friday night, and early. Went to go get Cassie washed after the rather painfull 7 and a hlaf hour drive home, and ran into a coupla nice cars at the car wash, a E36 ///M and a Lotus. Neither of them made any indication they wanted to race, so I just stared in admiration as I dried of my baby. I pull outa the carwash, right into a pack of pickups all moving at a fair clip. I decide I dun wanna drive behind a bunch of possibly muddy trucks, so I move out to pass, and as I get past the lead truck, the driver (a rather attractive young lady) started to pace me. I think why not, drop into 2nd, punch it, and bring it up to 65-70 and let off. She then steps on it, sounded kinda mean, and passed me, and let off. We pull up to a light, and she starts revin at me. I just nod, and when the light goes green, we both punch it. We were pretty even till about 40ish, I started to pull away at 45, and at 50, I'm a little over a car length up. I bring it up to 80, about a carlength and a half to two lengths up, and let off. She doesn't catch up, but apperently another one of the group, a lowered, nasty sounding S10 wants to go. The thing sounds like a set of stright pipes running into a fart can, just disgusting.
Anyways, he revs at me a few times and the next light, light goes green, and we both punch it. I pretty much walk him up to 80, about three lengths up. Nothing big.
I cruise around a little more, not a whole lot going on, saw a SRT-4 rape a nice sounding Sentra. I decide to head on home, and as I'm pulling onto the road that'll get me home, I notice a Crossfire just up ahead. I pull up next to it, pace it for a while, just wanting to see what they can do. However, he doesn't bite, and a set of headlights comming up on me quick gives me hope. I gun it, and with the mysterious head lights behind me, play a bit of cat and mouse through medium traffic. Nothing to bad really, just soem fun. We break out, he pulls up nex to me, and I realize I'm about to race a very very mean sounding T/A WS6. This thing was LOUD. He looks over at me, I reply with a shit eating grin, and he punches it. I punch it to, and get walked basly up to 80 (from 60, he was about 5 lengths up). We go again, this time I punch it early, and I'm ahead till 65, when he just flys by like I'm not even moving. Thumbs up on both sides, and we part our seperate ways.
Final "kill" happened yesterday. Im heading home from job searching (Anyone in the DF Dub need someone to do almost anything whatsoever for wages, tell me), and moving pretty fast for where I was (55 in a 45). Anyways, I end up at a light next to a nice little 350Z. Last time I raced one of these, it wasn't close, but not to far, he only put about 3 lengths on me, which, from 0-80 is pretty good I think. Anyways, I look over, and the guy looks at me, and starts revin. Hes still looking at me reving when the light goes green, and I punch it. Further, he bogs down on the launch, bad, and stalls out in the intersection. I let off at 65, and call it a kill. He didn't look to happy, but hey, his fault. I also saw a few AMGs out the other day, picking on whatever they could find (one of them is my nieghbor, got the full on SL with the V12TT), and I saw my neighbor get pulled over (of all the colors you get a Viper in, he gets red. Just screams "look at me police")