I don't make a habit of street racing, but this guy pissed me off.
Here's the story.
Yesterday a friend needed some help with the Dart he is building, so I jumped in the Demon and went over to his place. When I was done I had to meet my brother at his house he is building to go over the plans I drew for him. I was on one of the local 4 lane streets at a light when a civic pulled up beside me and revved his fart can up. I just looked and laughed at him. I guess he didn't like that very much seeing as he flipped me the bird. The smile disappeared from my face and I just pointed straight in front of us. He nodded and we waited for the light. Green light and I let him go first, not much first but enough to let me know he wanted to race for real. I stomped on it and the Demon hooked real good. I didn't get air but I wasn't far from it. I passed him at the 1-2 shift and stayed in it till the 2-3 shift. I let off and looked in the mirror and he was a good 10 lengths behind me. I slowed it down to the speed limit but he wouldn't come up beside me again. He took the next right turn, not to be seen again.
I don't know what these guy's are thinking when they come up to a muscle car that is sitting there shaking from the engine idle, look like they are set up to race and have an old fart like me sitting behind the wheel. It doesn't take much of a thought process to figure out this car might be the real deal. I think these must be the same guy's that yell, "light-er-up" all the time. Morons!!!
Jack
Here's the story.
Yesterday a friend needed some help with the Dart he is building, so I jumped in the Demon and went over to his place. When I was done I had to meet my brother at his house he is building to go over the plans I drew for him. I was on one of the local 4 lane streets at a light when a civic pulled up beside me and revved his fart can up. I just looked and laughed at him. I guess he didn't like that very much seeing as he flipped me the bird. The smile disappeared from my face and I just pointed straight in front of us. He nodded and we waited for the light. Green light and I let him go first, not much first but enough to let me know he wanted to race for real. I stomped on it and the Demon hooked real good. I didn't get air but I wasn't far from it. I passed him at the 1-2 shift and stayed in it till the 2-3 shift. I let off and looked in the mirror and he was a good 10 lengths behind me. I slowed it down to the speed limit but he wouldn't come up beside me again. He took the next right turn, not to be seen again.
I don't know what these guy's are thinking when they come up to a muscle car that is sitting there shaking from the engine idle, look like they are set up to race and have an old fart like me sitting behind the wheel. It doesn't take much of a thought process to figure out this car might be the real deal. I think these must be the same guy's that yell, "light-er-up" all the time. Morons!!!
Jack