So I lied, I'm not giving up racing. I mean, yeah, I'm not gonna be thrashing on my car at all, but I just can't pass up at a chance of thrashing on rice boys.
So last night, my girlfriend came over, we got a pizza, and watched Transporter 2 and Driven. We just chilled for a while, and we were kinda bored, so I just decided that we should go for a drive. We ended up in Como, me on the prowl for rice. I make a few runs 'round the Loop, but it was looking pretty dead, so I headed out to the spot to see if anything was going on. We pass by and its empty, but the familiar sound of fart can's catch my attention. A black Prelude, Sentra with a fart can, and primered body kit, Supra winged, fart caned 'Teg fly by in the other direction. I pull a u turn, and chase after them. I finally get behind them after nearly running two red lights, and pull up next to the Prelude. It actaully sounded pretty nice, and after a breif little stint through traffic, we lined up at about 60 next to each other.
There was no honking, I just waited till he punched it and did so as well. I held him back at my door up to about 85-90 when he started to pull. By 100 his nose was out on me, and by 105 my nose was at his door, and I let off. We pulled over at a gas station and talked for a bit, he said they were looking for some of the same guys I was. He had in intake, headers, and exhaust, and I'm not sure if he said it was the VTEC 'Lude.
So we all pull out, and he and the Teg line up at the next light, and I pull in behind the 'Teg. They both launched, and I did to, and had to hit the breaks (HARD) not to rear end the 'Teg. I pretty much decided after that that if I had raced the 'Teg, I woulda smoked him pretty bad. They both turn of one way, and I go the other. At this point, I decide a few more runs around the Loop won't kill me, so I procede to turn down towards where most of the ricers chill.
My attention is grabed by a full primer, ugly cracked body kit, fart canned Probe with an "R" badge, but I never got the chance to line up against him.
However, I did manage to capture the eye of a Chrysler Conquest TSI. He looked over at me like he was gonna do some damage with mean stare, and I just smiled and nodded. We got to a light, and I could hear him getting ready to launch. I don't launch when the light goes green, just roll of the line, drop into first and punch it. His launch put him about a nose ahead of me, but I quickly closed the gap and pulld hard all the way to 70 when I let off with him about three or four lengths back. I tried to give him the thumbs up, but he wouldn't look over at me. Fucker.
After that, I ran into Escort with a fart can that was ready to play. I remeber him from last time I was out running in Como, so I decided to teach him a bit of a lesson. I'm next to him doing about 45, when he punches it. He gets about half a car on me before I punch it, shift early into third, and just run third out to 80, leaving him pretty far behind. Then the TSI catches my attention again. I guess once just wasn't enough for him.
Appearently, he was convinced that he was gonna teach some preppy frat boy in a Bimmer a lesson with is late 80s, early 90s CONQUEST TSI TURBO OF D00M! He reved a few times as we rolled to the light, and I just shook my head. Thats the one problem with Como, all the super slow cars think they are fast, and never learn their lesson. Hes holding it for a launch, and when the light goes green, he slides of the line real nice. Again, I don't launch, just roll of the line and around 5mph, punch it hard. At this point, I realise that the guy sitting in an Eclipse at the other side of the light was Elchico, so I hit teh shift into second, pull all the way to third, and let of at 70 with him a good four lengths back. I pull a u'ey to try and catch back up to Matt, and this fucker in the Conquest follows me around?!?!
At this point, I'm getting kinda miffed because I don't wanna waste any more gas on slamming him into the ground, but then I realise his ego isn't fully crushed, and that he must be destroyed. At the next light, we line up, and this time I power brake to around 2k and kill traction control. Light goes green, I mash the gas as I'm pulling off the break, spin just a touch, and walk his ass hard up to 110, leaving him WAAAAAY back. He never comes up again, and I claim a rather proud victory.
At this point, my girlfriend, whose not a huge techno (of any sorts) fan is playing with the radio after killing my Mischief Invasion Soundtrack, and has Kelly Clarkson's "Becuase of you" on. At the line "Because of you I am affraid", I look down at the reciever and say "That's right bitch, you do fucking fear me!" and my girlfriend cracks up laughing.
I never did manage to catch up to Matt, and I didn't bring my cell phone with me when I went out because I wasn't planning on going all the way out to Como. Sorry man. However, again, once my room mates little whore of a redneck gf goes home, I'll see if he has a pair and is gonna come out. If not, I will have lost all respect for him as a man, and would respect rice(er) more.