OK. So I have finally found my FIRST real (car) asswhup on the street since I've had my Cobra the past 5 years. (I know, I know there are a ton of you guys who are faster. :beer: to you!) Many guys probably don't tell too many lose stories, but this one I won't forget.
It was really late, late Friday night. I had just gotten off the ball fields playing a round robin tournament of men's softball, (not the beer league) so my body was thrashed from 5 hours of game time. I was chilling, driving in 5th on an open 5-lane highway. I'm in the outside lane taking a sweeping long right turn about 70 or so and out of the corner of my eye comes a black C6 in the far inside lane cutting hard and making an ass-load of engine noise.
Oh no – this is not what I want right now. I'm beat to hell physically and this nasty sounding Vette is gonna wanna run when he sees my snake emblem glow under the next light. (I have run a few stock C6s and have not lost.) But, at that very moment when I saw (or heard) this guy, I felt I was going down, weird.
Anyway, I have my windows down. He comes over 3 lanes and gets next to me. I then notice he is sporting white shoe polish numbers on the windows. He downshifts, revvs a couple times and I hear the Centi SC in his engine. "Uh huh, Yeah." I think to myself... His windows roll down and I am laughing hard waving my head and hands that I don't want none-a-dat and motion him to just move on. He ain't having it. He hangs with me in tight formation, driving in high RPMS, waiting.
I look ahead and see there is no one in front of us, behind us, no radar signals... no one anywhere around at all and there is a very faint fog and orange streetlight glows... kinda eerie, I remember. Just my DSG and a Black C6.
OK, so lets do this.
We are about 60. I drop into 3rd, honk it off 3 times and nail it. My windows are still down and the sound bouncing off the tall retaining walls on both sides of the freeway is wicked. Hell hath opened upeth with trumpeting superchargers and exhaust!
I stay with him through most of third gear. At the end of third, he has about a fender on me and is starting to walk away strong. I shift hard to 4th and try to keep up. I'm running strong, but it ain't enough. He is moving out of dodge and by the end of 4th he has about 2 or 3 full lengths on me maybe more. Shift 5th ~ eh fuggit. Shut down.
He slows and we do it again, but I get a lil rip from second, but still lose. And again. And again. Same results. 0-4
We pull over at the exit and talk. I congratulate him and ask about his car. It is a bad mofo. The first thing he says: "Its stock, plus a Vortech SuperCharger and a tune" I laugh and say "well stock and SC don't belong in the same sentence for this car". (I did not ask about his exhaust, but it did sound aftermarket.) He told me he was making 550 rwhp, showed me his time slip from that night and I believe he ran very low 11's in the 130-something range. He was a cool guy. We shook hands and split.
It was really late, late Friday night. I had just gotten off the ball fields playing a round robin tournament of men's softball, (not the beer league) so my body was thrashed from 5 hours of game time. I was chilling, driving in 5th on an open 5-lane highway. I'm in the outside lane taking a sweeping long right turn about 70 or so and out of the corner of my eye comes a black C6 in the far inside lane cutting hard and making an ass-load of engine noise.
Oh no – this is not what I want right now. I'm beat to hell physically and this nasty sounding Vette is gonna wanna run when he sees my snake emblem glow under the next light. (I have run a few stock C6s and have not lost.) But, at that very moment when I saw (or heard) this guy, I felt I was going down, weird.
Anyway, I have my windows down. He comes over 3 lanes and gets next to me. I then notice he is sporting white shoe polish numbers on the windows. He downshifts, revvs a couple times and I hear the Centi SC in his engine. "Uh huh, Yeah." I think to myself... His windows roll down and I am laughing hard waving my head and hands that I don't want none-a-dat and motion him to just move on. He ain't having it. He hangs with me in tight formation, driving in high RPMS, waiting.
I look ahead and see there is no one in front of us, behind us, no radar signals... no one anywhere around at all and there is a very faint fog and orange streetlight glows... kinda eerie, I remember. Just my DSG and a Black C6.
OK, so lets do this.
We are about 60. I drop into 3rd, honk it off 3 times and nail it. My windows are still down and the sound bouncing off the tall retaining walls on both sides of the freeway is wicked. Hell hath opened upeth with trumpeting superchargers and exhaust!
I stay with him through most of third gear. At the end of third, he has about a fender on me and is starting to walk away strong. I shift hard to 4th and try to keep up. I'm running strong, but it ain't enough. He is moving out of dodge and by the end of 4th he has about 2 or 3 full lengths on me maybe more. Shift 5th ~ eh fuggit. Shut down.
He slows and we do it again, but I get a lil rip from second, but still lose. And again. And again. Same results. 0-4
We pull over at the exit and talk. I congratulate him and ask about his car. It is a bad mofo. The first thing he says: "Its stock, plus a Vortech SuperCharger and a tune" I laugh and say "well stock and SC don't belong in the same sentence for this car". (I did not ask about his exhaust, but it did sound aftermarket.) He told me he was making 550 rwhp, showed me his time slip from that night and I believe he ran very low 11's in the 130-something range. He was a cool guy. We shook hands and split.
