So I figured, Jeff has caused me enough hassles this last week or two...I'm gonna sneak over there and steal the Rat (Sy #308) while he isn't looking. I get up early, and head over to his place. Sit down the street pulled off in the woods a bit, and wait for him to leave. Once he's gone, I get into the house, and take the keys to the truck, leave my daily so he doesn't think it's REALLY stolen, and I'm outta here. Not sure where he ran off to, but I know he's been trying to get some miles on Darons truck, so I'm thinking he was out tuning or something.
Fast forward through the day to about 5pm. I'm driving down hurstbourne lane to go meet the chicky for dinner (with some of her friends, but thats another thread entirely). As I sit at the light to turn left on Shelbyville road, there is a nice looking 300ZX that pulls up behind me. I'm thinking w00h00 this should be fun. Light changes, I turn left, and about the time the road straightens up, he goes what I'm going to guess is WOT, and tries to come around me on the inside. I'm thinking....NO...definately not....25-30% TPS later, he's almost a bus length back. Surely this isn't a turbo car.......Guy rolls up beside, me, and I'm thinking he wants some more, but since it's a long stretch of 35mph zone, I just pull the shifter back to 3rd, and wait for him. Just as he gets alongside, his buddy hangs out the window/T-top, and asks "Dude is that a real Syclone?" I repsond with a "yep it's the real thing" He says "I have seen one of those in forever".....At this point I'm like Yea right, as this kid is maybe 16 or 17 TOPS. Hell he was in diapers when this truck rolled off the line. (Not that I'm that much older, but damn). He continues on with a "how much is that boosting?".....to which I yell back " 'bout 13lbs"....he comes back with a "Anyway sweet truck man!!"...I say thanks and we carry on to the next light.....SWEEET...I caught a light with the guy.
.....Driver pipes up with a "Wanna run em? I've been practicing at the strip!"....I respond back with "Sure, Is that a turbo car?"...he says no, and we get ready......I give it a couple revs, and get the peddle down to the floor, drop it in Drive, and get ready. Cross light goes yellow, check, nobody in the turn lanes, check, bring boost up to about 1psi maybe 2, light goes green. The kid cut a better lite than me!! HOly crap, he has been practicing....No matter, but the 1-2 shift, I'm ahead by a couple cars, and I'm only 3/4 thorttling it since I'm not sure how well the Rat runs anyway. I shut it down at 75 (in a 35 still !!!!!) and he was a bus lenght behind. I slowed to wait for him to give the thumbs up for trying, but he turned off, and went into best buy......I procceeded from there to the resteraunt at the posted limits....laughing the whole way.
Dinner was nice.....very nice......Anyway, back to the kill stories.
SO cruising home from dinner, after explaining to three women what a Syclone was, and why I had any interest in a 15 year old truck that looked like a POS (Missing cladding, faded paint, wheels that stick out, etc).....They didn't get it, but I was reflecting on how to explain on the drive anyway.....I get 99% of the way home, stopped at alight where I can see the GF's condo from, and theres a Late 90's early '00's mustang GT convert sitting across from me. Well I'm not sure if he saw me, or was just showing off in general, but as he turned left in front of me, he stood on the gas, turned it sideways, and took off....Of course as soon as the coast was clear, I stood on it, got into some boost and caught up quickly.....I paced him for a second, and out of nowhere he stands on it again, and gets a 1/2 car jump on me...I'm like WTF?!?! SO I follow, and have to say running down the stang took a bit more effort than the NA 300Z earlier, but ~70mph he fell back to 1/2 car, and at 90 he was 1-1/2 back.....W00H00....another red light. We stop at the light, and he rolls down the window (WTF has the windows up and the top down on a convert anyway???). He says...."That won't happen again!"....I just slyly say "$20 says it will, and this time you won't have the jump"....At this point it's ON...I mean this guy looks PISSED....if possible I think there would've been smoke coming out of his ears!!....Same drill as before, but with about 5psi launch this time (BTW, keep in mind the rat is 100% bone stock, and literally has NO boost guage, as the stocker is 95% useless IMO, so the PSI is a rough guess at best). Cross light goes yellow, he brings the revs up, guess he's done this before. This time I cut a dayum near perfect light (or what I think is anyway), and I'm across the intersection and up by easily a car length. He's staying close though.....1-2 shift comes up for him, and he drops back, and stays there, 2-3 shift for him...another car back he goes.....All the way to 100, when I let out, and him come flying back up. Next light, the MF'er wouldn't even look over at me. And to think I was going to compliment him on a semi-fast car.....Oh well, so goes life I suppose.
And for those of you reading this (Jeff included), I hope you don't think I beat on the truck like this all the time. I really do drive it normaly 90% of the time. However the occasional on ramp, or ricer needs to be humiliated, and I have no choice, really I don't.
I do have to say that a couple of races, and a launch or two I'm feeling alot better about tolerating the shit Jeff puts me through
Jeff I'll have the truck back to you tonight or tomorrow night. You have the keys to my daily around there somewhere
Fast forward through the day to about 5pm. I'm driving down hurstbourne lane to go meet the chicky for dinner (with some of her friends, but thats another thread entirely). As I sit at the light to turn left on Shelbyville road, there is a nice looking 300ZX that pulls up behind me. I'm thinking w00h00 this should be fun. Light changes, I turn left, and about the time the road straightens up, he goes what I'm going to guess is WOT, and tries to come around me on the inside. I'm thinking....NO...definately not....25-30% TPS later, he's almost a bus length back. Surely this isn't a turbo car.......Guy rolls up beside, me, and I'm thinking he wants some more, but since it's a long stretch of 35mph zone, I just pull the shifter back to 3rd, and wait for him. Just as he gets alongside, his buddy hangs out the window/T-top, and asks "Dude is that a real Syclone?" I repsond with a "yep it's the real thing" He says "I have seen one of those in forever".....At this point I'm like Yea right, as this kid is maybe 16 or 17 TOPS. Hell he was in diapers when this truck rolled off the line. (Not that I'm that much older, but damn). He continues on with a "how much is that boosting?".....to which I yell back " 'bout 13lbs"....he comes back with a "Anyway sweet truck man!!"...I say thanks and we carry on to the next light.....SWEEET...I caught a light with the guy.
.....Driver pipes up with a "Wanna run em? I've been practicing at the strip!"....I respond back with "Sure, Is that a turbo car?"...he says no, and we get ready......I give it a couple revs, and get the peddle down to the floor, drop it in Drive, and get ready. Cross light goes yellow, check, nobody in the turn lanes, check, bring boost up to about 1psi maybe 2, light goes green. The kid cut a better lite than me!! HOly crap, he has been practicing....No matter, but the 1-2 shift, I'm ahead by a couple cars, and I'm only 3/4 thorttling it since I'm not sure how well the Rat runs anyway. I shut it down at 75 (in a 35 still !!!!!) and he was a bus lenght behind. I slowed to wait for him to give the thumbs up for trying, but he turned off, and went into best buy......I procceeded from there to the resteraunt at the posted limits....laughing the whole way.Dinner was nice.....very nice......Anyway, back to the kill stories.
SO cruising home from dinner, after explaining to three women what a Syclone was, and why I had any interest in a 15 year old truck that looked like a POS (Missing cladding, faded paint, wheels that stick out, etc).....They didn't get it, but I was reflecting on how to explain on the drive anyway.....I get 99% of the way home, stopped at alight where I can see the GF's condo from, and theres a Late 90's early '00's mustang GT convert sitting across from me. Well I'm not sure if he saw me, or was just showing off in general, but as he turned left in front of me, he stood on the gas, turned it sideways, and took off....Of course as soon as the coast was clear, I stood on it, got into some boost and caught up quickly.....I paced him for a second, and out of nowhere he stands on it again, and gets a 1/2 car jump on me...I'm like WTF?!?! SO I follow, and have to say running down the stang took a bit more effort than the NA 300Z earlier, but ~70mph he fell back to 1/2 car, and at 90 he was 1-1/2 back.....W00H00....another red light. We stop at the light, and he rolls down the window (WTF has the windows up and the top down on a convert anyway???). He says...."That won't happen again!"....I just slyly say "$20 says it will, and this time you won't have the jump"....At this point it's ON...I mean this guy looks PISSED....if possible I think there would've been smoke coming out of his ears!!....Same drill as before, but with about 5psi launch this time (BTW, keep in mind the rat is 100% bone stock, and literally has NO boost guage, as the stocker is 95% useless IMO, so the PSI is a rough guess at best). Cross light goes yellow, he brings the revs up, guess he's done this before. This time I cut a dayum near perfect light (or what I think is anyway), and I'm across the intersection and up by easily a car length. He's staying close though.....1-2 shift comes up for him, and he drops back, and stays there, 2-3 shift for him...another car back he goes.....All the way to 100, when I let out, and him come flying back up. Next light, the MF'er wouldn't even look over at me. And to think I was going to compliment him on a semi-fast car.....Oh well, so goes life I suppose.
And for those of you reading this (Jeff included), I hope you don't think I beat on the truck like this all the time. I really do drive it normaly 90% of the time. However the occasional on ramp, or ricer needs to be humiliated, and I have no choice, really I don't.
I do have to say that a couple of races, and a launch or two I'm feeling alot better about tolerating the shit Jeff puts me through
Jeff I'll have the truck back to you tonight or tomorrow night. You have the keys to my daily around there somewhere
