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A friend and i were driving around pretty much JUST looking for trouble.
we pulled up to a light next to this red `97 ish mustang GT with some chrome 18'' blinging ass rims. i guess my friend ryan was eyeballing the drivers car, and he had somthing to say about it.

he looked over my car and then right at me and said "REAL CUTE!" I guess he thought he had the upper hand.... you know the saying "there's no replacement for displacement" yeah, with that said...

I rev' d on him and he let me have his redline... I heard a snap of air, and it wasn't coming from my car :confused: :confused: . he looked back at me and smiled real big.
I thought for sure it was either one of those fake add on's that only make the noise, OR I was about to get my ass handed to me.

we were still waiting on the light to turn, when a cop was turning onto an intersecting street. so when our light finally turned... the cop was still close enough to hear us. so we left the light semi normal.
as soon as we got like 300-400 feet from the cop we punched it from matched speeds. we were both in 3rd gear and I dropped in to 2nd as soon as I head him put in neutral. we were even thru most of second gear, but by about 60-70 mph i was a nose ahead. I guess their second gear is longer than ours, because i shift at 7100 every time and he didnt shift until i was already in third and a car legnth ahead of him. the race didnt go past 110mph because we hit the light on econ and colonial (Orlando florida)

When we pulled up to the light, i heard the driver say "dayumn, that thing is FAST. What do you have done to it, and how many lbs. are you running?"
so i told him some of the main things i have done (or has been done by tyler myers the prev. owner) i.e. ported and clipped big16g, safc-ii, exhaust and porting all over... theres much more than that done to it... but i didnt tell him half of that sitting at the light... he told me he was having some boost problems and tried to come up with a few other excusses for why he lost. but a race is a race... and that `em `effer lost.
 
Awesome kill. See, these are kills people like to hear about. Nobody gives a shit about the Nissan Maxima you killed, or the D16 civic with an intake you killed. Not talking to you, just in general. Keep up the good work.
 
Damn man, good kill. If he wasn't bsing about his troubles you better be careful when he gets in running right haha. Mustang engines take insanely well to boost, i have a 96 v6, there are lots of guys with single and twin turbo setups. A guy named Justin that was on the stang boards i used to be on a lot has an 00' v6 TT, all stock block, he runs like 10.6 in the 1/4 :eek: go to www.turbomustangs.com and you'll see what i mean haha, definatly one for the DSM though
 
nice kill man, its always good to see them damn mustangs go down. i keep trying to get some races ( northern Michigan) but every time i pull up to that or a camaro there some old person driving. and when i do see someone who i know will run im always on the wrong side of the road. i need to try harder.
 
cdawgstalon said:
nice kill man, its always good to see them damn mustangs go down. i keep trying to get some races ( northern Michigan) but every time i pull up to that or a camaro there some old person driving. and when i do see someone who i know will run im always on the wrong side of the road. i need to try harder.

What you gotta act like is the typical punk ass kid that always screws with you from stop light to stop light. Heres what I mean. You come to a stop and you see an Escort ZX2 out of the corner of your eye in the right lane. You think absolutely nothing of it other than you chuckle at his loud exhaust leak. Light goes green and he paces you then guns it a little to get ahead. This is when you see the altezzas and 4 inch tip out the back. Your leg twitches a little, not because he is competition, but that he just disrespected you and your car just then. You give that evil smurk where your eyes squint, your teeth tighten, and you crack that smurk to one side. You calm yourself cause street racing is retarded in traffic especially against a slow ass car. But there is nobody in front of you nor behind, plus this isn't for blood, this is just a lesson worth teaching. Next stop light and he is right next to you again. This time he launches a little with some tire spinnage and you spool just a little on accident trying not to show your true identity. He slows and paces. You wait for him to downshift and you poke it in second at 40, but keep the clutch in and just wait. You look over with a "Your fucked" look on your face. He nails it, you wait a second and then bring up the revs and drop it giving him a two car lead. You quickly catch pace and blow off right in his window, glance over just in time to seriously consider if those were really golf balls in his eyesockets or his eyes, you click third and put buslengths on him in seconds. Lesson taught, lesson learned.

When hunting down V8's, you have to be the Escort. Don't go overboard, just let him know that your there. I'm not saying do this everyday, but every once in a while we all get the urge to just tear shit up. Later.
 
Its funny I saw this thread..
Saturday I raced my buddy who has a 92 gt w\ a forged motor, slicks, gigantic turbo, external fuel pump, all the goodies. My car has built 2.3 with a 60trim, cams, 850's etc, and we raced from a 30 roll and then a 50 roll.

My God.
My car runs mid-high 11's and that thing pulled me like I hit the brakes. Ive never been so badly raped in my life. It was like racing a stock neon while you are driving a 03 cobra. He just took it to the track and trapped nearly 140 on low boost. He mustve had some major problems or was only giving it 50% throttle. Nice kill though
 
blackflame said:
What you gotta act like is the typical punk ass kid that always screws with you from stop light to stop light. Heres what I mean. You come to a stop and you see an Escort ZX2 out of the corner of your eye in the right lane. You think absolutely nothing of it other than you chuckle at his loud exhaust leak. Light goes green and he paces you then guns it a little to get ahead. This is when you see the altezzas and 4 inch tip out the back. Your leg twitches a little, not because he is competition, but that he just disrespected you and your car just then. You give that evil smurk where your eyes squint, your teeth tighten, and you crack that smurk to one side. You calm yourself cause street racing is retarded in traffic especially against a slow ass car. But there is nobody in front of you nor behind, plus this isn't for blood, this is just a lesson worth teaching. Next stop light and he is right next to you again. This time he launches a little with some tire spinnage and you spool just a little on accident trying not to show your true identity. He slows and paces. You wait for him to downshift and you poke it in second at 40, but keep the clutch in and just wait. You look over with a "Your fucked" look on your face. He nails it, you wait a second and then bring up the revs and drop it giving him a two car lead. You quickly catch pace and blow off right in his window, glance over just in time to seriously consider if those were really golf balls in his eyesockets or his eyes, you click third and put buslengths on him in seconds. Lesson taught, lesson learned.

When hunting down V8's, you have to be the Escort. Don't go overboard, just let him know that your there. I'm not saying do this everyday, but every once in a while we all get the urge to just tear shit up. Later.
DAMN! Thats just pure poetry. I love the way he put that! :cool:
 
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