Mephisto
These trucks are cursed
Normally i wouldnt even bother posting this, but for some reason i just find this one more than amusing.
i just finish eating lunch with a friend and we're hangin out in front of the restaurant; talking about what i plan on doin to the sy, and what he wants to do to his WS6.
when out of nowhere we're interupted, by this kid that comes through the parking lot with a very loud mid 90's mercury capri with some half assed black primered paint job, no hood, some engine parts painted bright yellow, a fart tip, and what looked like a giant homemade airplane wing (to find this funny you gotta know what these cars look like when they arent fucked up). both of us immediately start laughing, which only instigates the kid to rev his engine, which is followed by the faint whistle of a very pathetic sounding BOV. after i hear the BOV, im thinkin what idiot would put a turbo on that piece of shit?
the kid takes off outta the parking lot like a bat outta hell squealing his 155/45/13's (just guessing on the tires there :lol: ) like he's some kinda hard ass...
after my friend and i stop laughing, i look at him and say "ya know, in good conscience, i just cant let that kid get away with that" and my friend laughs and says "yeah, i cant believe your not in your truck already"
so we both jump in the sy, and chase after him. i come up on him at a stop light and he's in a turn lane. he flips a U turn, and i follow, and pull along side him at the next red light.
he glances over, and revs his engine. so i yell "hey!!! you wanna run?" he looks over, and takes a good look over my whole truck, not having a clue as to what it is, and says "whats it got?" and i reply with a smile "its all stock baby! ...and its an automatic!" (trying to make it sound slow)
so the cross light turns yellow, and i dont even bother building boost, but this kid is rapping his engine out at about 6000rpms, and roasting his clutch trying to build boost. the light turns green, and i just sit there, as the kid peels out off the line. my friend is yelling "what are you doing?!?!?! go!!!!"
the kid is already through the intersection before i even hit the gas. now im sure some of you are wondering why i didnt take off right away. well after seeing the pathetic display of power when he left the parking lot i knew this car was slow as shit, and i decided i needed to point it out to him, by giving him a headstart and still killing him.
now back to the so called race, i punch the gas, and once the turbo kicks in, the kid is a memory! i mean it was a slaughter! we flew by like he was sitting still, and keep in mind, my sy isnt exactly running good either.
the kid pulls up at the next light, looks over all pissed off and says "yeah right thats stock! whats with all those fucking gauges!?!?!" and i laugh and say "what about them? its just boost, fuel psi, and trans temp!" bitter and angry his reply is "yeah whatever man! youre a fuckin liar! that shit aint stock"
i already know i just ruined this kids day, so just to be an asshole i pour a lil more salt in his wound and say "c'mon! ya wanna go again?!?! ill give you even more of a head start this time! ...c'mon!"
by now the light turns green and he leaves the line without getting on it, so i just start cruising next to him, trying to instigate him, but he wont even look over. once we get to about 45, he tries to get sneaky as if he's gonna catch me off guard, and dumps it into what sounded like first, and takes off! leaving us behind in a cloud burnt oil smoke. my friend and i both laugh, as he pulls about 4 car legnths on us. i punch the gas and reel him in. once i catch up i start driving side by side with him for a while at about 80+, then give it a lil more gas and just walk away from him. my friend said he looked over at the kid and he had a "how'd you do that?" look on his face as we were pulling away.
we get up to the next intersection and wait for him to catch up, and by this time i know this kid is finished, or really dumb if he's not. he pulls up, and my friend yells out the window "so whats up man? i thought turbos we're supposed to be fast???" which gets imediately retaliated with the ever so clever, "fuck you!" before the kid takes off and turns right.
normally i try not to be that much of an asshole; but when people like that bring it on themselves... i have no pity, and make it a point to drown them in their own stupidity. BTW sorry for the novel, i really feel this kill was so much more of a "had to be there" type thing, but i tried to explain it best i could...
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Neal McCool
Syclone #1931 (sick)
So Cali's Slow Clone
Ashamed Member Of The 14's Club
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Cold Wind Of Death on 2002-03-03 05:29 ]</font>
i just finish eating lunch with a friend and we're hangin out in front of the restaurant; talking about what i plan on doin to the sy, and what he wants to do to his WS6.
when out of nowhere we're interupted, by this kid that comes through the parking lot with a very loud mid 90's mercury capri with some half assed black primered paint job, no hood, some engine parts painted bright yellow, a fart tip, and what looked like a giant homemade airplane wing (to find this funny you gotta know what these cars look like when they arent fucked up). both of us immediately start laughing, which only instigates the kid to rev his engine, which is followed by the faint whistle of a very pathetic sounding BOV. after i hear the BOV, im thinkin what idiot would put a turbo on that piece of shit?
the kid takes off outta the parking lot like a bat outta hell squealing his 155/45/13's (just guessing on the tires there :lol: ) like he's some kinda hard ass...
after my friend and i stop laughing, i look at him and say "ya know, in good conscience, i just cant let that kid get away with that" and my friend laughs and says "yeah, i cant believe your not in your truck already"
so we both jump in the sy, and chase after him. i come up on him at a stop light and he's in a turn lane. he flips a U turn, and i follow, and pull along side him at the next red light.
he glances over, and revs his engine. so i yell "hey!!! you wanna run?" he looks over, and takes a good look over my whole truck, not having a clue as to what it is, and says "whats it got?" and i reply with a smile "its all stock baby! ...and its an automatic!" (trying to make it sound slow)
so the cross light turns yellow, and i dont even bother building boost, but this kid is rapping his engine out at about 6000rpms, and roasting his clutch trying to build boost. the light turns green, and i just sit there, as the kid peels out off the line. my friend is yelling "what are you doing?!?!?! go!!!!"
the kid is already through the intersection before i even hit the gas. now im sure some of you are wondering why i didnt take off right away. well after seeing the pathetic display of power when he left the parking lot i knew this car was slow as shit, and i decided i needed to point it out to him, by giving him a headstart and still killing him.
now back to the so called race, i punch the gas, and once the turbo kicks in, the kid is a memory! i mean it was a slaughter! we flew by like he was sitting still, and keep in mind, my sy isnt exactly running good either.
the kid pulls up at the next light, looks over all pissed off and says "yeah right thats stock! whats with all those fucking gauges!?!?!" and i laugh and say "what about them? its just boost, fuel psi, and trans temp!" bitter and angry his reply is "yeah whatever man! youre a fuckin liar! that shit aint stock"
i already know i just ruined this kids day, so just to be an asshole i pour a lil more salt in his wound and say "c'mon! ya wanna go again?!?! ill give you even more of a head start this time! ...c'mon!"
by now the light turns green and he leaves the line without getting on it, so i just start cruising next to him, trying to instigate him, but he wont even look over. once we get to about 45, he tries to get sneaky as if he's gonna catch me off guard, and dumps it into what sounded like first, and takes off! leaving us behind in a cloud burnt oil smoke. my friend and i both laugh, as he pulls about 4 car legnths on us. i punch the gas and reel him in. once i catch up i start driving side by side with him for a while at about 80+, then give it a lil more gas and just walk away from him. my friend said he looked over at the kid and he had a "how'd you do that?" look on his face as we were pulling away.
we get up to the next intersection and wait for him to catch up, and by this time i know this kid is finished, or really dumb if he's not. he pulls up, and my friend yells out the window "so whats up man? i thought turbos we're supposed to be fast???" which gets imediately retaliated with the ever so clever, "fuck you!" before the kid takes off and turns right.
normally i try not to be that much of an asshole; but when people like that bring it on themselves... i have no pity, and make it a point to drown them in their own stupidity. BTW sorry for the novel, i really feel this kill was so much more of a "had to be there" type thing, but i tried to explain it best i could...
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Neal McCool
Syclone #1931 (sick)
So Cali's Slow Clone
Ashamed Member Of The 14's Club
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Cold Wind Of Death on 2002-03-03 05:29 ]</font>
