JayLo
Sir Boost-a-Lot
*/Begin rant and street kill story/*
It's not even worthy of mentioning the kill other than what happened after the fact. This is rather verbose, so please forgive me.
So I?m out in the Syclone Saturday night with my buddy Josh. We head up to local Taco Bell next to a nearby mall to grab some food with my other buddy Sam. We thought we might have a race or two for fun afterward. Sam's ?93 Cobra (mild cam, headers and exhaust) is running much better thanks to a bottle of SeaFoam (the stuff actually works) so we went at it a few times from a roll. That damn pony can actually pull a hair on me now from a roll.
I?m behind the pony waiting to turn left onto Westbound West Center (a main drag). There is a white Integra in the other left turn lane next to Sam. The light turns, and so do they, Josh and I right behind. Sam gets on it a bit as do the guys in the Integra. I found out later they gave him a thumbs down (not a bright idea to piss off a 260lb ex Army Ranger) but he shook it off.
Anyway, they pull into the Taco Bell drive-through in front of me. Seeing how they tried to race a Cobra in the turn lane, I ask them if they want to race, no money, just for fun. ?Yeah, we?ll wait for your ass.?
Food was ordered and I pull up next to them in the parking lot.
?What have you done to it??, they ask.
?Just a deleted cat and manual boost controller set to stock boost?, I reply.
*/Begin ricer speak/*
?Well, the fuse on my VTEC controller is blown (they actually said this) so my motor might cut out at 5xxx rpm?, they respond.
?Well, I don?t have VTEC and my truck cuts fuel at 5k rpm anyway so we?re even. I?ll follow you guys and we?ll catch a red light.?, I reply.
They agree and we head down 144th Street (another main drag) going south. I?m going around 30mph so we'll have a better chance of getting a red light one of the mall intersections. They are a car or two ahead of me.
Out of the blue they punch it, so I respond in kind. I proceed to reel them in and walk them in a matter of seconds. As luck would have it, we catch a red light at the last mall turn off.
?My engine is cutting out, blahblahblah?, they whine.
?Didn?t sound like it. Lets go from this light.? I respond.
The light turns green, and after a split second of squealing tires (mostly theirs), I give them a one way ticket to bus length city. My friend Sam proceeded to shoot by them as well and line up next to me at the next intersection.
At this light, they are behind Sam talking smack.
He leans out his window and says ?What the f*#k did you say to me??
?Nothing, man. I was talking to him (meaning me).?, the loser retorts.
So I put it in reverse and back up a car length or two so I can better hear the crap they are talking.
?Why don?t you put your money in something worth while?, (or some similar crap) they said to me.
?Excuse me? I waxed your a$$ from a roll and completely embarrassed you from a stop. Do you need another a$$ whooping?? I responded.
I ask Sam to hang a right so I can line up against this sore loser again. Sam obliges.
At this point I give them some crap about their lame VTEC excuse and pitifully slow Integra (it had to be stock at best, not even a fart can exhaust) and ask them to go again.
Josh shows them a $20 and tells them they can have it if they beat me past Cougar Lanes (a bowling alley a little over an 1/8 mile ahead). The driver then spits on my truck and Josh. Briefly not paying attention, I didn?t find this out until Josh mentioned it again after we pasted the bowling alley at the bottom of the hill. Honestly, who the hell does that?
So the light turns green, and the same story unfolds. I slow down at the bottom of the hill after putting a battleship length on them and they give me the obligatory ricer flyby. It?s at this point that Josh says again that he had been spit on. The first time he said it was lost in all the trash the two losers were talking.
So Sam and I follow these punks through an apartment complex and into a neighborhood as they try to lose us. Their speed started to get unsafe and Josh didn?t want me to pursue, so we let it slide for the night.
I really don?t get it. You don?t talk trash about the other guy?s car when it just smoked you from both a roll and a dig. Everyone loses races. I?ve lost plenty, but either way I don?t talk trash. I didn?t even rub in the a$$-whooping I gave them until they started the talking smack.
And you especially don?t spit on a car or anyone bigger than you unless you want your butt kicked.
*/end rant and street kill story/*
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new condos in Pattaya
It's not even worthy of mentioning the kill other than what happened after the fact. This is rather verbose, so please forgive me.
So I?m out in the Syclone Saturday night with my buddy Josh. We head up to local Taco Bell next to a nearby mall to grab some food with my other buddy Sam. We thought we might have a race or two for fun afterward. Sam's ?93 Cobra (mild cam, headers and exhaust) is running much better thanks to a bottle of SeaFoam (the stuff actually works) so we went at it a few times from a roll. That damn pony can actually pull a hair on me now from a roll.
I?m behind the pony waiting to turn left onto Westbound West Center (a main drag). There is a white Integra in the other left turn lane next to Sam. The light turns, and so do they, Josh and I right behind. Sam gets on it a bit as do the guys in the Integra. I found out later they gave him a thumbs down (not a bright idea to piss off a 260lb ex Army Ranger) but he shook it off.
Anyway, they pull into the Taco Bell drive-through in front of me. Seeing how they tried to race a Cobra in the turn lane, I ask them if they want to race, no money, just for fun. ?Yeah, we?ll wait for your ass.?
Food was ordered and I pull up next to them in the parking lot.
?What have you done to it??, they ask.
?Just a deleted cat and manual boost controller set to stock boost?, I reply.
*/Begin ricer speak/*
?Well, the fuse on my VTEC controller is blown (they actually said this) so my motor might cut out at 5xxx rpm?, they respond.
?Well, I don?t have VTEC and my truck cuts fuel at 5k rpm anyway so we?re even. I?ll follow you guys and we?ll catch a red light.?, I reply.
They agree and we head down 144th Street (another main drag) going south. I?m going around 30mph so we'll have a better chance of getting a red light one of the mall intersections. They are a car or two ahead of me.
Out of the blue they punch it, so I respond in kind. I proceed to reel them in and walk them in a matter of seconds. As luck would have it, we catch a red light at the last mall turn off.
?My engine is cutting out, blahblahblah?, they whine.
?Didn?t sound like it. Lets go from this light.? I respond.
The light turns green, and after a split second of squealing tires (mostly theirs), I give them a one way ticket to bus length city. My friend Sam proceeded to shoot by them as well and line up next to me at the next intersection.
At this light, they are behind Sam talking smack.
He leans out his window and says ?What the f*#k did you say to me??
?Nothing, man. I was talking to him (meaning me).?, the loser retorts.
So I put it in reverse and back up a car length or two so I can better hear the crap they are talking.
?Why don?t you put your money in something worth while?, (or some similar crap) they said to me.
?Excuse me? I waxed your a$$ from a roll and completely embarrassed you from a stop. Do you need another a$$ whooping?? I responded.
I ask Sam to hang a right so I can line up against this sore loser again. Sam obliges.
At this point I give them some crap about their lame VTEC excuse and pitifully slow Integra (it had to be stock at best, not even a fart can exhaust) and ask them to go again.
Josh shows them a $20 and tells them they can have it if they beat me past Cougar Lanes (a bowling alley a little over an 1/8 mile ahead). The driver then spits on my truck and Josh. Briefly not paying attention, I didn?t find this out until Josh mentioned it again after we pasted the bowling alley at the bottom of the hill. Honestly, who the hell does that?
So the light turns green, and the same story unfolds. I slow down at the bottom of the hill after putting a battleship length on them and they give me the obligatory ricer flyby. It?s at this point that Josh says again that he had been spit on. The first time he said it was lost in all the trash the two losers were talking.
So Sam and I follow these punks through an apartment complex and into a neighborhood as they try to lose us. Their speed started to get unsafe and Josh didn?t want me to pursue, so we let it slide for the night.
I really don?t get it. You don?t talk trash about the other guy?s car when it just smoked you from both a roll and a dig. Everyone loses races. I?ve lost plenty, but either way I don?t talk trash. I didn?t even rub in the a$$-whooping I gave them until they started the talking smack.
And you especially don?t spit on a car or anyone bigger than you unless you want your butt kicked.
*/end rant and street kill story/*
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