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#1
01-27-2003, 04:08 AM
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Rich people got all the fun toys...too bad only one is fast?
Two freeway races this weekend (3 if you count the gettho bird)
First was the most bad ass A Jag XRS, brand new I rev on him goin 80 and I figure he wont do anything, some rich old guy probally listening to bach and siping his martinni. Well, he punches it and pulls, much to my, and dmc12's (my passenger) suprise. I follow and we both go ripping twords traffic, i'm holding with him. We make it through and we both go for it again from 80 on...I held untill 100, he was pulling harder than me, by 120 (where my limiter aparently is...not 140  ) I was sittin holdin speed, and he was bookin it faster and faster, to more of my suprise he pulls back and we both go for it twice more, well, finally he dosent go for it...dmc 12 tells me "hes waiting for you" so I figure, why not? I punch it and again, to my suprise, he follows, so ripin through the light traffic were both burning at 120, curves meant for 65 seem just so much more fun when your doin 120 with a new jag on your ass,  Well, I slow down and he pulls along side giving me a thumbs up all happy as hell, with a grin as big as a ricers tip. I move a few lanes over and we both cruse...and a 94 4.6 t-bird comes flying up and starts reving on him....he dosent even play with that one, but I figure, why the hell not? I pull along side, two thuged out gansta's...scarry and random as hell. They punch it and I put it down half way...I still pull on them, at 100 I put it down and leave them...and of course...as I slow down to 80 they punch it and do a fly by... That was friday, sunday I was crusing south and a Lexus IS300 comes up alongside me, I punch it and let off, and he dosent do anything, I figure "big suprise " Well, a lil ways up, as there is no traffic in any view he comes flying up and slows down next to me, I punch it and let off, well, he punches it and dosent let off...I was a lil ahead so I hit it and start catching up, we were going 70, slowly I start pulling and by 90 I had him side by side, by 110 he was creepin into my rearview. We did this two more times before I said enough was enough, and guess what he did? You guessed it, a fly by. All in all, a damn fun series of races this weekend. :bandit:
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01-27-2003, 07:34 AM
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I fianally got to race mt friends Mustang....took him. Some guy in a Grand National wanted to go so I amused him, and he stompted me! He was cool though, I shot the shit with him about cars @ like 3:30 am. Ok thats it. Yeah TV most older people with fast cars are like that. They were just like us back in the day, they just have the means to buy the cars we wish we could. Then some are just stuck up asses. But, most are cool.
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   R.I.P. "Mama (my Z)" . . . But now we have the VR-4 #683/2000 "Dude, You fucking passed the test, but just barely, wanna know what you got?...F+......CLICK!" -Tenacious D(Jack BLack)- "Official Moron Crew Founder!"
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01-27-2003, 11:05 AM
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Nice man, the guy in a Jag was cool. Some are, I’ve raced a guy in a Ferrari and I won simply because it looked like he dropped something, and I had another guy in a 911 Rev at me in the GTC. I laughed at him and told him I was a waste of his gas.
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01-27-2003, 12:28 PM
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But, it is oh, so fun! I raced a guy in a black Lotus Esprit...Like I had a chance! I did it just to say..."I raced a guy in a black Lotus Esprit!"
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R.I.P. "Mama (my Z)" . . . But now we have the VR-4 #683/2000 "Dude, You fucking passed the test, but just barely, wanna know what you got?...F+......CLICK!" -Tenacious D(Jack BLack)- "Official Moron Crew Founder!"
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01-27-2003, 01:33 PM
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My races of the last week involved a 200* Porsche Turbo, Viper, C5 Vette, Transam, and a couple very slow Fords.
The porsche was the best race, it was from a redlight so it was a dead even start timewise atleast. I just dropped the clutch a little to fast and lit up the back tire, but was able to recover in under a second. by about 60 I had already pulled him in, and by about 100 I had put him in the side mirrors. However he didnt let off yet, so either did I. At About 150 I had to slow down because the road crosses a canal and the bridge has very bad transitions, so I had to slow down, the Porsche didn't though. Flew by me at about 160. The viper was about the same thing on the same exact long stretch of road but this time it was from a roll, I let him take the jump first, but he spun the rear tires while i flew away. Staged up again but he didnt want to go again, too bad. Vette was racing another car but I decided to join in and walk over both of them anyway. And a bunch of slow ass mustangs tried to race me for some reason, I started once in 2nd gear and still walked him after this first couple seconds.
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......or if your a loser who drives a Civic with a type R sticker, racing stripes, blasting really bad rap music through your suburban area with your pretentious "I’m 21 but I’m still in high school girlfriend" while driving with your hand up on the top of the steering wheel exposing your underdeveloped pasty white vitamin deficient arm and wearing your backwards BS upside down visor hat while feeling the tacky as a "Florida vacation" single diamond earring in your ear, If you are this person...with any luck the sun in its precise celestial positioning as you putter on by...will reflect its scorching rays into your earring, bouncing intensely in your rearview, and finally making contact with your eyes through the thin cheap lense of $5 gas station Oakley rip off glasses.. then burning your retnal cones into smoldering melting gobs of ocular material as you are blinded by the purest form of energy in our known universe, and as you scream no one can help or hear you because they don’t know what’s going on since the weed whacker sound of your shitty tiny little muffler which makes the Civic sound like a 747 rages on underneath making everyone turn at disgust and comment to thier husbands or wives how much of a dickweed you are by attaching that automotive abnormality to your stock economical daily driver engineered by Japanese Automotive specialists to fit the needs for entry level business workers in their early 30's, however your pathetic looking $11,000 car which you want to look like a friggin spaceship with redundant ground effects is now out of control since you are blinded, and as your car plunges off the side of a cliff while you scream in the purest form of terror while knowing you have lived a horrid excuse for a life, by doing the bare minimum in every facet of existence, while getting fired from one pathetic job to another, the majority of your time spent slacking smoking dope, getting kicked out of school, polishing your "game" on sweet innocent underage girls you eventually 'de flower' through exhaustive yet succesful attempts to get the date rapist drugs you have stashed in the glove compartment, into your poor victims drinks while offering them to take the "Pepsi Challenge" while making your mother hate you, and your poor father who wishes he had a daughter instead of your pathetic ass, since a girl would be more of a man than you ever were, like the occasion when you were hit in the arm by a wild pitch in little league, then you cried like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone, I'm already envisioning you impacting the rocks below, in a spectacular fireball ignited from the residue hairspray from your girlfriend plastered in the fabric passenger seat, blinded by your earring, deafened by the loud "Bling Blingin", and I will smile and roll around on the ground in orgasmic delight while you are consumed by flames whose intense heat and fury will liquefy your bone marrow that I will use to make jelly beans out of and eat them happily at your funeral as midgets dressed like Alex 6005321 from "A Clockwork Orange" dance around your coffin to loud industrial style techno music and strobe lights, and I will sleep soundly at night knowing another successful conquest of Darwinism has been attained.
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01-27-2003, 02:14 PM
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nice! You have A bike though. That's no fair to the fords!
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R.I.P. "Mama (my Z)" . . . But now we have the VR-4 #683/2000 "Dude, You fucking passed the test, but just barely, wanna know what you got?...F+......CLICK!" -Tenacious D(Jack BLack)- "Official Moron Crew Founder!"
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01-27-2003, 02:17 PM
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01-27-2003, 03:20 PM
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Sounds like a good weekend T.V Dont think we could do much aginst R-1s sport bike. We could take Demonzx though
Demonzx What year was the mustang you raced?
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01-27-2003, 04:22 PM
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A 97' I think??? I wasn't bashing Ford's...Just compared to the other cars he raced......you know?~!
Nuthin' but love baby! My 1st car....86' Cougar!.....Dream Car 67' Shelby GT500KR-saw one Sunday, it twas blue!
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R.I.P. "Mama (my Z)" . . . But now we have the VR-4 #683/2000 "Dude, You fucking passed the test, but just barely, wanna know what you got?...F+......CLICK!" -Tenacious D(Jack BLack)- "Official Moron Crew Founder!"
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01-27-2003, 04:30 PM
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More photos and Info/website! 1994 Cobra -off road h-pipe -superchips power chips -mac cold air induction -BBK aluminum underdrive pullies -pro-m 75mm bullet MAF -18" konig wheels with nitto 555 zr tires -Ford Racing 65mm throttlebody -Ford Racing king cobra clutch -Ford Racing 3:73 Gears -Ford Racing Aluminum driveshaft -Bullit suspension/ springs,shocks,struts -Aubrun HD limited slip Diff. 2002 subaru Impreza RS - stock 1989 Toyota pickup 4x4 -K&N
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01-27-2003, 11:29 PM
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Beautiful Scottsdale Arizona. Was about 70 today, the usual. Very rich area, and the cars here reflect it.
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......or if your a loser who drives a Civic with a type R sticker, racing stripes, blasting really bad rap music through your suburban area with your pretentious "I’m 21 but I’m still in high school girlfriend" while driving with your hand up on the top of the steering wheel exposing your underdeveloped pasty white vitamin deficient arm and wearing your backwards BS upside down visor hat while feeling the tacky as a "Florida vacation" single diamond earring in your ear, If you are this person...with any luck the sun in its precise celestial positioning as you putter on by...will reflect its scorching rays into your earring, bouncing intensely in your rearview, and finally making contact with your eyes through the thin cheap lense of $5 gas station Oakley rip off glasses.. then burning your retnal cones into smoldering melting gobs of ocular material as you are blinded by the purest form of energy in our known universe, and as you scream no one can help or hear you because they don’t know what’s going on since the weed whacker sound of your shitty tiny little muffler which makes the Civic sound like a 747 rages on underneath making everyone turn at disgust and comment to thier husbands or wives how much of a dickweed you are by attaching that automotive abnormality to your stock economical daily driver engineered by Japanese Automotive specialists to fit the needs for entry level business workers in their early 30's, however your pathetic looking $11,000 car which you want to look like a friggin spaceship with redundant ground effects is now out of control since you are blinded, and as your car plunges off the side of a cliff while you scream in the purest form of terror while knowing you have lived a horrid excuse for a life, by doing the bare minimum in every facet of existence, while getting fired from one pathetic job to another, the majority of your time spent slacking smoking dope, getting kicked out of school, polishing your "game" on sweet innocent underage girls you eventually 'de flower' through exhaustive yet succesful attempts to get the date rapist drugs you have stashed in the glove compartment, into your poor victims drinks while offering them to take the "Pepsi Challenge" while making your mother hate you, and your poor father who wishes he had a daughter instead of your pathetic ass, since a girl would be more of a man than you ever were, like the occasion when you were hit in the arm by a wild pitch in little league, then you cried like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone, I'm already envisioning you impacting the rocks below, in a spectacular fireball ignited from the residue hairspray from your girlfriend plastered in the fabric passenger seat, blinded by your earring, deafened by the loud "Bling Blingin", and I will smile and roll around on the ground in orgasmic delight while you are consumed by flames whose intense heat and fury will liquefy your bone marrow that I will use to make jelly beans out of and eat them happily at your funeral as midgets dressed like Alex 6005321 from "A Clockwork Orange" dance around your coffin to loud industrial style techno music and strobe lights, and I will sleep soundly at night knowing another successful conquest of Darwinism has been attained.
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