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07-23-2003, 12:24 PM
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My 99' T/A vs. WS6 & 97 LT1 camaro
So I just got back from okinawa after 2 yrs. and bought 99 red t/a. I wanted to see what it could do so after about a month of learning to shift it properly I take it out to westheimer rd. in houston tx.(where im from)Its a manual and completely stock. Anyway im pulling into a red light ahead and i see some transam coming up behind me. ( I could tell because of the fog lights) He gets right up next to me and and see thats its a 2002 ws6, and looked completly stock too. So the kid revs at me with his hot chick on the passenger side, staring at me, and im thinking...ohhh im gonna get my ass handed to me. But oh well, i reved back, since his chick was there(cant wimp out now) Light turns green and we both sqeal the tires and he jumps half a car length , on 2nd, i pass him up and by 3rd i have about 3 cars on him....This guy must of not known how to drive cause im sure he would of kicked my ass. Anyway i decide to slow down to show um that i won and he just flew by going aroud cars up ahead.( by the way this was back in dec. and the only reason i remember this well was because it was my first street race ever)
 The Lt1 was a different story. (Fast forward to now) I had just been left behind by some chicks i met at the club earlier because of my friend..i went looking for him and they took off on me for taking so long. I had a threesome waiting for me and completly fucked it up. So naturally i was pissed off and had to blow off some steam. i left after the club closed at about 2 am and went looking for a race. Luckily i see a green automatic camaro 97' and a 2002 silver mustang gt at the light, so i busted a U thinking they were gonna race, but turned it was an old man driving the stang so the camaro gunned it a bit just to move ahead, and out of the dust he leaves behind, I emerge, catching up to him. I hear um gun it but by that time it was too late, for i was primed to pass him up in 2 seconds and did. So we stopped at light and he starts yelling "WHATS UP, HOW BOUT WE DO IT FROM A DEAD STOP!?" "YOUR LS1 VS. MY LT1" UNLESS YOUR A PUSSY AND JUST LIKE TO FLY BY" Now i was already pissed for what happened earlier, so im like "Alright, go ahead and line it up, I dont give a fuck" i asked him what he had done, and he said just an exhaust. It was cool cause thats all i have too. So anyway the light turns green and we both gun it. We both screeched the tires and were off basically even. By 2nd i was about 1 foot ahead of him, then hed get half a car ahead, I shift to 3rd and once again gain on him about a quarter car length, then 4th shift and get about half a car length on him until both lanes turned into one, and he had to get behind me. We pulled over to IHOP and started talking a bit about cars and shit. 
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#2
07-23-2003, 12:47 PM
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Re: My 99' T/A vs. WS6 & 97 LT1 camaro
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 Cool races man. But as RedNeck383 would tell you, the story would've been MUCH better, if you included an account of what should've been  .
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07-23-2003, 02:17 PM
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Yea, atleast lie to us. Should have said you had 2 girls making out in the passenger seat with the third girl sitting on your lap. And you were on your way home to have the threesome. That is a much better story.
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07-23-2003, 06:45 PM
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nice race!
What you got planned for your car? Getting pissed off and driving your car isn't a good idea. You tend to make mistakes more easily. Its almost as bad as being drunk depending how pissed off/ upset you are.
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#5
07-23-2003, 07:06 PM
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Re: Re: My 99' T/A vs. WS6 & 97 LT1 camaro
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Yeah, if you're going to leave me hanging like that I might as well go look at porn. Just smidge the truth a bit and tell us you Boinked  the ladies and then went out to race to celebrate your man-hood! Overall I rate your post at B- ... The effort was there but it lacked that whole "I porked two women" element... 
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