slipspeed
09-21-2000, 06:52 PM
I'm in the Air Force stationed on the miserable remote chunk of coral called Guam. I had no idea that there would be so much import racing on this tiny island. Let me revise that and say that I did'nt know that the honduhs and inacuras would be so plentiful here. It's like road candy for my 96 Talon TSi. Guam is a little behind on the import scene and apparantly turbos are very rare on the island. I am one of only two 2G TSis on the entire island. The locals here have their little street strip called Two Lovers point and I get heckled because I'm from off island. I have Texas plates and have already recieved my gift from the local police: "Hmm you're from Texas? Here's your ticket!" So I figured since my car was a big red target that I would stop street racing here. I don't want to get impounded. Lord knows what the locals would strip off of the car before I could pick it up. Anyways...
So my newly reformed, non-racing self is peacefully cruising back from the mall. I see a couple riced out civics and integras without incident. I reach behind my seat to grab my CD book and I am almost blown off the road by a baby blue riced out 99 civic ex. He cuts me off and I am forced to quickly grab the wheel w/ both hands and tap the brakes. I look beyond the glare of those bright pink clear tail lenses and see two cute faces lookin back at me.
Hmmm...Can't quite see them because of the fat combat wing in the way. I pull into the right lane to get away from the taillight glare and to get a look at the cuties in the back. All of the sudden the civic hits the brakes and I slide by him. Then I could hear the bumblebee exhaust coming back up and he flies by me. He takes the time to throw it in neutral and give me some revs before he passes.
I look over and see two 17 year old lookin kids with their fine ass Filipina chicks in the back. The one closest to me smiles as they go buy...hmm, smiling or laughing at me?
I am a little ticked but I shrug it off as I put my CD in. In the distance I see that the light has just gone red and wouldn't you know it, my lane is wide open next to the cute little baby blue civic. My car is lowered with Focal R3 rims. Other than that and my Thermal exhaust, the car looks stock. No stickers nothing.
I noticed that the light I was at was one of the ones I hated because it takes forever to change. "Great, now I gotta sit here next to Pimp Daddy civic and his baboon friend," I think to myself. I look over and he has all of the usual stickers on the fender, side markers, white rims. Kinda nice...for a show car. I also sneek a peak at the honeys again and, oops, I lock gazes with the copilot.
He blurbs out something but I can't hear him over the blaring Dr Dre track. Somehow sensing he wasn't getting through, he turns down the stereo and tries again. "You race that thang there Texas boy," he drawls in a psuedo country accent. "Naw, just cruisin," I reply. He looks again at my ride and sneers, "Didn't thank so! Hahah hahahah." Hmmm, his accent is almost believable.
He leans back and says something to the ladies and they all laugh. I can feel my bruce banner reflex starting to act up...The driver starts to bounce the rev limiter and I realize the opposite lights are going yellow.
I was holding pretty well until the copilot gave me the "thumbs down" and the light changed. The blue turd peels out for..uh, maybe a second. I snapped and said, "****it!!" He gets a couple lengths ahead and I spool the 16G. I'm at his window in the middle of second. I wait for the 16psi to get good and plentiful. I then give the copilot a BOV signature and proceed to hurt his self esteem. I look behind and ask myself why I am wasting perfectly good gas on this POS. Oh yeah, gotta hurt him in front of the ladies.
I slow to 40 (my sweet spot) and let him catch up. The baboon copilot leans out a little. "Yo, is that a turbo?" I yell back,"Apparently that civic isn't!" The copilot responds by looking back and his driver and tells him to "Go, dude go!! Smoke this howlie!!" He uh, takes off (if you can call slowly accelerating taking off) and I slip into the far left lane now. I drop it into second and bark back to the driver. I slip it into neutral and give him a couple revs. Hmmm, the chick in the back is definitly a cutie and she's all smiles at me!! Back into 3rd and I'm on my merry way.
He catches up to me two stoplights later. Only this time the driver is lookin straight ahead and the girls are pointing at my car and back at the guys and laughing. I can almost hear them, "Hey stud, isn't that the Talon that just handed you your ass?" I smile at them and launch it at the light. The baby blue econobox fades away. I give him the ol 4way flashers of "You suckness" and I continue on to enjoy the rest of my Friday night in a safe and speed limit obeying fashion.
[This message has been edited by slipspeed (edited September 21, 2000).]
[This message has been edited by slipspeed (edited September 27, 2000).]
So my newly reformed, non-racing self is peacefully cruising back from the mall. I see a couple riced out civics and integras without incident. I reach behind my seat to grab my CD book and I am almost blown off the road by a baby blue riced out 99 civic ex. He cuts me off and I am forced to quickly grab the wheel w/ both hands and tap the brakes. I look beyond the glare of those bright pink clear tail lenses and see two cute faces lookin back at me.
Hmmm...Can't quite see them because of the fat combat wing in the way. I pull into the right lane to get away from the taillight glare and to get a look at the cuties in the back. All of the sudden the civic hits the brakes and I slide by him. Then I could hear the bumblebee exhaust coming back up and he flies by me. He takes the time to throw it in neutral and give me some revs before he passes.
I look over and see two 17 year old lookin kids with their fine ass Filipina chicks in the back. The one closest to me smiles as they go buy...hmm, smiling or laughing at me?
I am a little ticked but I shrug it off as I put my CD in. In the distance I see that the light has just gone red and wouldn't you know it, my lane is wide open next to the cute little baby blue civic. My car is lowered with Focal R3 rims. Other than that and my Thermal exhaust, the car looks stock. No stickers nothing.
I noticed that the light I was at was one of the ones I hated because it takes forever to change. "Great, now I gotta sit here next to Pimp Daddy civic and his baboon friend," I think to myself. I look over and he has all of the usual stickers on the fender, side markers, white rims. Kinda nice...for a show car. I also sneek a peak at the honeys again and, oops, I lock gazes with the copilot.
He blurbs out something but I can't hear him over the blaring Dr Dre track. Somehow sensing he wasn't getting through, he turns down the stereo and tries again. "You race that thang there Texas boy," he drawls in a psuedo country accent. "Naw, just cruisin," I reply. He looks again at my ride and sneers, "Didn't thank so! Hahah hahahah." Hmmm, his accent is almost believable.
He leans back and says something to the ladies and they all laugh. I can feel my bruce banner reflex starting to act up...The driver starts to bounce the rev limiter and I realize the opposite lights are going yellow.
I was holding pretty well until the copilot gave me the "thumbs down" and the light changed. The blue turd peels out for..uh, maybe a second. I snapped and said, "****it!!" He gets a couple lengths ahead and I spool the 16G. I'm at his window in the middle of second. I wait for the 16psi to get good and plentiful. I then give the copilot a BOV signature and proceed to hurt his self esteem. I look behind and ask myself why I am wasting perfectly good gas on this POS. Oh yeah, gotta hurt him in front of the ladies.
I slow to 40 (my sweet spot) and let him catch up. The baboon copilot leans out a little. "Yo, is that a turbo?" I yell back,"Apparently that civic isn't!" The copilot responds by looking back and his driver and tells him to "Go, dude go!! Smoke this howlie!!" He uh, takes off (if you can call slowly accelerating taking off) and I slip into the far left lane now. I drop it into second and bark back to the driver. I slip it into neutral and give him a couple revs. Hmmm, the chick in the back is definitly a cutie and she's all smiles at me!! Back into 3rd and I'm on my merry way.
He catches up to me two stoplights later. Only this time the driver is lookin straight ahead and the girls are pointing at my car and back at the guys and laughing. I can almost hear them, "Hey stud, isn't that the Talon that just handed you your ass?" I smile at them and launch it at the light. The baby blue econobox fades away. I give him the ol 4way flashers of "You suckness" and I continue on to enjoy the rest of my Friday night in a safe and speed limit obeying fashion.
[This message has been edited by slipspeed (edited September 21, 2000).]
[This message has been edited by slipspeed (edited September 27, 2000).]