The other night I was on my way home in my 12 sec GSX sleeper when I pulled up beside this dumbass in a convertible 3rd gen at a light. When the light turned green the guy killed the engine, so I drove by him and laughed. At the next light the guy, who's like thirty something and wearing a suit, looks over at me and gives me this like sympathetic grin. I'm thinking "I know you're not." Sure enough, the light turns green and he's leaving the line spinning the tires. I just eased off the line and then proceeded to hand him his ass. As I was hitting avout 155 on the interstate and he was getting smaller in the rearview, I figured he'd pretty much learned his lesson.
I take my exit and pull up to another light. Sure enough this same guy pulls up next to me and gives me the same grin. So, I'm sitting there in neutral because I've got a dual friction and don't want to be promoting c/w. Before I can get the car in gear, the light turns green and he's gone. So now I'm thinking, "Please let this guy get caught at another light because he obviously wants to see a studder box launch." Thankfully, he got caught at the last light on the strip we were on.
I pulled up next to him and looked over. This guys gives me another of his shitt eating grins. So, I stage the car, look over at him, and, as the studder box hits at 5500, I give him an eat shitt grin. The light turned red and I came off the line with 10psi of boost smoking all four tires. I busted his ass so bad. I changed lanes in front of him in 2nd and didn't let out until I was shifting the 4th. Then I waited on him. He came up behind me and stayed about 3 cars back. If I slowewd down so did he. He wouldn't even pull up beside me so I could see him.
Lesson learned.
I take my exit and pull up to another light. Sure enough this same guy pulls up next to me and gives me the same grin. So, I'm sitting there in neutral because I've got a dual friction and don't want to be promoting c/w. Before I can get the car in gear, the light turns green and he's gone. So now I'm thinking, "Please let this guy get caught at another light because he obviously wants to see a studder box launch." Thankfully, he got caught at the last light on the strip we were on.
I pulled up next to him and looked over. This guys gives me another of his shitt eating grins. So, I stage the car, look over at him, and, as the studder box hits at 5500, I give him an eat shitt grin. The light turned red and I came off the line with 10psi of boost smoking all four tires. I busted his ass so bad. I changed lanes in front of him in 2nd and didn't let out until I was shifting the 4th. Then I waited on him. He came up behind me and stayed about 3 cars back. If I slowewd down so did he. He wouldn't even pull up beside me so I could see him.
Lesson learned.
i wonder what he was thinking
