MMAFIGHTER121
Dedicated LVC Member
ok, usually i'm not much of a racer on the streets, i do enjoy they spirited pick up that our vehicle has, but i try not to race on the streets. however, yesterday on the way back from work there was a "p*ssy magnet" yellow i wanna say 2002 v6 mustang with heavily tinted windows and shameless bling pieces tackily glued about the vehicle. i pull up at a a stoplight next to him and try my best not to make eye contact with the flat brimmed sideways hat wearing uber tool driving the hideous thing. he floors it at green (i can only assume he was flooring it cuz of the hideous noise emanating from his enlarged SINGLE tailpipe, cuz his acceleration certainly wasn't staggering) i actually began laughing out loud; and apparently noticeably because two lights later he looks at me in a "yea what" mode. i can only assume that this meant it was on. a little eye contact and a nod toward the light later meant he had to learn. light hit green and by 35mph i was a full car up and the race was well over by 50mph. i actually slowed early to hit red a stoplight just so he could pull back up next to me and i could smile. but no. he -- in his shame - wouldn't even pull up next to me, and stopped at the light at my rear quarter. now usually i'm not that bad about it, yes i like the torque and horsepower our car has.... but i just had to. i couldn't let him think he was fast. hopefully getting smoked by a 4 door lincoln taught him that just cuz he can beat his buddies 89 civic se doesn't mean he's fast. yellow and "go faster stripes" do not make speed. and maybe he'll untint his windows. and take off the fart can. and we'll all hold hands and war will end. probably not though. still was fun.
