Its been about a month now, but a bunch of people gathered at our regular street racing spot because an 06 twin turbo z06 was gonna run I don't know who. we are all standing there in the cold until finally the vette shows up. probably the prettiest and best sounding vette I have seen. we waited for the other car for about an hour, and never showed up, so he deicided to make some passes by himself.
It looked amazing and preatty damn fast, until someone said "why don't you run the little black truck". He acted all cocky and gave a look at my truck and then said allright like he was doing me a favor.
So I pulled to the line praying that at least I could keep up for a little while.
So I start boosting getting ready to get embarrassed, get to about 10 psi and surprise!, he steals the hit from me, (I thought about quiting there, but nooo) so I let go on the brake and in about 2 sec I passed him and lleft him and kept on leaving him, he kept on going so I just kept on going too, and he kept and kept and kept so I kept and kept welded to the fire wal. He was far behind me . then slowly he started to come, too bad I was going over 120 already I say at least 130. Then he quit. He could it got me but damn that was one hell of a race.
I come back and this rich boy is all pissed off asking his friend "why didn't you tell me?" (I guess he did't know what a syclone was). He wanted to repeat the race but this time he raised his boost. I get to the line again boost up to about 12# and boom!! my front propshaft brakes in half.
I am kind of glad that happend cus I didn't really want to race him that second time because after I got over with the first race my left manifold was the brightest red hot in the horizon. I would it probably broke something serious if I did race him again.
But man, I love to beat cocky mother f***ers....and he left even more pissed, after we couldn't run me again.
It looked amazing and preatty damn fast, until someone said "why don't you run the little black truck". He acted all cocky and gave a look at my truck and then said allright like he was doing me a favor.
So I pulled to the line praying that at least I could keep up for a little while.
So I start boosting getting ready to get embarrassed, get to about 10 psi and surprise!, he steals the hit from me, (I thought about quiting there, but nooo) so I let go on the brake and in about 2 sec I passed him and lleft him and kept on leaving him, he kept on going so I just kept on going too, and he kept and kept and kept so I kept and kept welded to the fire wal. He was far behind me . then slowly he started to come, too bad I was going over 120 already I say at least 130. Then he quit. He could it got me but damn that was one hell of a race.
I come back and this rich boy is all pissed off asking his friend "why didn't you tell me?" (I guess he did't know what a syclone was). He wanted to repeat the race but this time he raised his boost. I get to the line again boost up to about 12# and boom!! my front propshaft brakes in half.
I am kind of glad that happend cus I didn't really want to race him that second time because after I got over with the first race my left manifold was the brightest red hot in the horizon. I would it probably broke something serious if I did race him again.
But man, I love to beat cocky mother f***ers....and he left even more pissed, after we couldn't run me again.
