Jehu
12-30-2000, 09:27 AM
I'll make it short and sweet. Here's the scenario. Wife thinks I drive too dangerously, due to the fact that I crashed my previous car(long story...I was on the way to the tire store to replace the bald back tires in my 300+ HP MkIII supra in the pouring rain, and I hydroplaned, and no I wasn't racing or driving fast), that I accelerate too fast, that I bring the rev's over 5k occasionally, so I've been driving very sedatedly while she's in the car, which is pretty much everywhere we go. But I do so love her so I take it slow for her sake.
Wife is back in Canada for the holidays, and I'm stuck here due to having depleted my holidays. Being bored, and wanting to get some driving in before the snow starts again, I decide to go for a little drive. I have an auto 95 Talon Tsi AWD, with a new gigantic 8.5" conical K&N, a cold-air box( aka foam engine block-off), testpipe and muffler, Greddy UIC with 1G BOV, and a homemade MBC set to 15psi.
In the style of the great Mario Pennycook, aka porsche killer...
After a very uneventful evening of driving around town and hearing my BOV echo off of the delinquent downtown architecture, I stop at a stoplight. I ponder the profundity of life and the lack of nice cars on the road as I wait for the light, studying the sweeping arches of the lone church standing stolidly against the revages of time...I proceed home, realising that tonight's efforts were an exercise in futility and the impending snow will end all such future endeavours.
While making a turn into my neighbourhood, I spy a set up bright xenon lights whip around the curve, heading in the other direction. The round taillights glaring at me from my rearview confirmed my suspicions...ah yes, a Lexus Is300. I've been test driving my collegue's and it's a very nice handling car with quite adequate power. I whip around and follow him. I see him take off from a corner and decide that he is driving pretty aggressively, so I follow him, while keeping to sane speeds myself while we headed out of the neighbourhood. I soon find myself in the empty commercial areas in town, and the road opens up to 4 lanes. He punches it while 2-3 car lengths ahead, and I follow suit in the next lane, feeling my head pressed back against the head rest and watching the tachometer do it's dance. I'm not sure what speeds we got up to, as my eyes were glued on the road, but in about 10 seconds I'm by his door and moving ahead. Light comes up and it's time to shut down. My Porterfields R4-S haul me down to a stop, and once again I am reminded of why I junked my stock pads. We're lined up at the light, and I prepare to illucidate the significance of the three little letters on my rear bumper. I look over, and glimpse the silhouette of a youngish person, with the prerequisite back turned basball cap. The cross lights turns yellow and I give it a little rev, then start brake torquing. Green light comes and I feel the unleashed fury of 15psis and hear what I believe to be wheel spin coming from the next lane over the booming of my umm...fart cannon :). I spring ahead by 2 car lengths, proceed to increase it to 4, and I decide that I've made my point. Traffic comes up, I try to get beside him to give him the thumbsup, but he manages to stay behind me. A right turn and adios amigo.
As I sit at the light, waiting to make a left turn back towards home and awash in the afterglow of the race, whaddayaknow, the grand sweeping architecture catches my eyes again. Maybe, just maybe, someone was listening...
[Edited by Jehu on 12-30-2000 at 11:34 AM]
Wife is back in Canada for the holidays, and I'm stuck here due to having depleted my holidays. Being bored, and wanting to get some driving in before the snow starts again, I decide to go for a little drive. I have an auto 95 Talon Tsi AWD, with a new gigantic 8.5" conical K&N, a cold-air box( aka foam engine block-off), testpipe and muffler, Greddy UIC with 1G BOV, and a homemade MBC set to 15psi.
In the style of the great Mario Pennycook, aka porsche killer...
After a very uneventful evening of driving around town and hearing my BOV echo off of the delinquent downtown architecture, I stop at a stoplight. I ponder the profundity of life and the lack of nice cars on the road as I wait for the light, studying the sweeping arches of the lone church standing stolidly against the revages of time...I proceed home, realising that tonight's efforts were an exercise in futility and the impending snow will end all such future endeavours.
While making a turn into my neighbourhood, I spy a set up bright xenon lights whip around the curve, heading in the other direction. The round taillights glaring at me from my rearview confirmed my suspicions...ah yes, a Lexus Is300. I've been test driving my collegue's and it's a very nice handling car with quite adequate power. I whip around and follow him. I see him take off from a corner and decide that he is driving pretty aggressively, so I follow him, while keeping to sane speeds myself while we headed out of the neighbourhood. I soon find myself in the empty commercial areas in town, and the road opens up to 4 lanes. He punches it while 2-3 car lengths ahead, and I follow suit in the next lane, feeling my head pressed back against the head rest and watching the tachometer do it's dance. I'm not sure what speeds we got up to, as my eyes were glued on the road, but in about 10 seconds I'm by his door and moving ahead. Light comes up and it's time to shut down. My Porterfields R4-S haul me down to a stop, and once again I am reminded of why I junked my stock pads. We're lined up at the light, and I prepare to illucidate the significance of the three little letters on my rear bumper. I look over, and glimpse the silhouette of a youngish person, with the prerequisite back turned basball cap. The cross lights turns yellow and I give it a little rev, then start brake torquing. Green light comes and I feel the unleashed fury of 15psis and hear what I believe to be wheel spin coming from the next lane over the booming of my umm...fart cannon :). I spring ahead by 2 car lengths, proceed to increase it to 4, and I decide that I've made my point. Traffic comes up, I try to get beside him to give him the thumbsup, but he manages to stay behind me. A right turn and adios amigo.
As I sit at the light, waiting to make a left turn back towards home and awash in the afterglow of the race, whaddayaknow, the grand sweeping architecture catches my eyes again. Maybe, just maybe, someone was listening...
[Edited by Jehu on 12-30-2000 at 11:34 AM]