Caution, very long post! Describing 3 races here, so it will require some space.
There are two guys with new Camaro SS at my work. One is my previous boss and still not sure who owns the other one. The 98 Camaro story is from when I was bone stock, but it is by far the best race story. I love telling it to this day, because it is the ultimate ownage of all time.
Race 1: 2010 Camaro SS dark shadow grey vs 2001 Mustang GT KB 2.1 10PSI, 3.73's, all supporting mods, etc.
My old boss told me he would kill me in his new Camaro. He had previously said the same thing back when he got one of the first Dodge Charger's. That didn't work out too well for him... Anyway, I said lets put some money on it and line it up. He says lets just go for fun. I agree, because I know the guy just doesn't get it. I've explained several times that my car is not stock.
Take it out front of work and I do a short burnout. I told him to hit the gas whenever he was ready. He hits the gas and I launch at 3500. Instantly took 3 cars on him and kept pulling. Let off the gas when I shifted to third, because there was no point going any further. Lined it up again with pretty much the same result. He was on street tires and he doesn't race much, so I wasn't expecting much.
Race 2: 2010 Camaro SS yellow vs my 2001 Mustang GT
On my way home from work, I see a yellow Camaro SS on the highway. Still not sure if this is the same as the one from my work. I tried to get next to him to line up, but he just kept going faster and faster. Not about to do 120 just to get next to the guy, so I say screw it. I drive for a couple miles behind him (not tailing him) and he just starts going slower and slower. To the point where we are now 10 under the 65 limit. :dw:
I write the guy off as a douche and decide to go around. As soon as I signal and switch lanes he nails the gas and takes off like Mr. Imabadass. At this point, I decided I was going to show him what's up. Hit the gas and got right next to him, reving it up with the clutch in to let him know I was game. Put the car in 4th gear and waited for him to go. He hits the gas and as soon as he gets equal with my front bumper, I floor it and instantly leave him. Let off and he's still on the gas. Wait for him to get just past my front again and hit it, once again instantly leaving him. I did this 3 times and then started hitting it off and on, just to let him no he had no chance. He still doesn't get it, because he's still trying. I finally stayed in it, until about 130 and let off. I decide to stop playing at this point. He does a flyby and flips me off.
Best part is that I have a V6 rear bumper as I run dumps. Other than my car being very loud, he's probably wondering if he got beat by a v6!
Race 3: My 2001 Mustang GT bone stock vs. 97 or 98 Camaro (whatever the last year for the LT1 was) auto w/ exhaust only
This was back when I first got my car in 2005, but worth telling. Leaving the gym and getting on the highway, floor it up the off ramp just for fun. As I enter the highway, I see this camaro blowing smoke out the tailpipes trying to get past me. I line up in 3rd gear (stock gears). We both go and I leave him BAD! He stays in the gas and I wait for him to catch up, hit it again and pass again. Did this at least 4-5 times. We get off the same exit, he cuts off another car just to get next to me. His girl is in the car and he starts doing a burnout at the light. Light goes green, I launch, he spins and I leave him. We merge onto the next road and I yell over does he want to race again. He says he wasn't racing any of those times. I say ok, whatever have a nice day.
He sees me pull into my old apt. complex and continues driving. That night my roommate asks if I raced a black camaro. I say yeah, how did you know? He says it's his friend's boyfriend's car. They knew he lived there and knew I had a yellow GT. He gets on IM and says he wants to race again. I respond that I thought we weren't racing? ;-) He says there is no way I can beat him. I say put up $100 and we'll go again. He again says I have no chance. I tell him that it's an easy $100 then, so lets do it. We set it up, we meet and the guy is about 5ft tall. He talks all sorts of shit about how mustang's are for pussies, etc.
We line it up at the stop light. It goes green and we take off, instantly pulled him. By the big end I had over 3 cars on him. I realize that even after the race is over, he's not letting off. I stay in it for a bit to let him know he can't pass me and finally let off. He does a flyby and just keeps on going! I get back to where his friend's are, he wouldn't even come back. His friend's tell me that they couldn't believe how bad I beat him. Then tell me how the car isn't running right, etc. He calls on the phone and they want to inspect my car. I let them and they tell him, yeah, down to the paper filter. He then asks if I let off when he finally passed me. Duh, yes! I made the $100 I was short on rent that month! :rockon:
About a year later, my old roommate says the guy wants to race me again. I ask what has he done to his car, because I now have nitrous, slicks, gears. Here it comes...... He now owns a stock 2003 Mustang GT and his girlfriend has a V6 same year!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whhoooopppppppp! :bowdown: He converted after getting his ass kicked!
There are two guys with new Camaro SS at my work. One is my previous boss and still not sure who owns the other one. The 98 Camaro story is from when I was bone stock, but it is by far the best race story. I love telling it to this day, because it is the ultimate ownage of all time.
Race 1: 2010 Camaro SS dark shadow grey vs 2001 Mustang GT KB 2.1 10PSI, 3.73's, all supporting mods, etc.
My old boss told me he would kill me in his new Camaro. He had previously said the same thing back when he got one of the first Dodge Charger's. That didn't work out too well for him... Anyway, I said lets put some money on it and line it up. He says lets just go for fun. I agree, because I know the guy just doesn't get it. I've explained several times that my car is not stock.
Take it out front of work and I do a short burnout. I told him to hit the gas whenever he was ready. He hits the gas and I launch at 3500. Instantly took 3 cars on him and kept pulling. Let off the gas when I shifted to third, because there was no point going any further. Lined it up again with pretty much the same result. He was on street tires and he doesn't race much, so I wasn't expecting much.
Race 2: 2010 Camaro SS yellow vs my 2001 Mustang GT
On my way home from work, I see a yellow Camaro SS on the highway. Still not sure if this is the same as the one from my work. I tried to get next to him to line up, but he just kept going faster and faster. Not about to do 120 just to get next to the guy, so I say screw it. I drive for a couple miles behind him (not tailing him) and he just starts going slower and slower. To the point where we are now 10 under the 65 limit. :dw:
I write the guy off as a douche and decide to go around. As soon as I signal and switch lanes he nails the gas and takes off like Mr. Imabadass. At this point, I decided I was going to show him what's up. Hit the gas and got right next to him, reving it up with the clutch in to let him know I was game. Put the car in 4th gear and waited for him to go. He hits the gas and as soon as he gets equal with my front bumper, I floor it and instantly leave him. Let off and he's still on the gas. Wait for him to get just past my front again and hit it, once again instantly leaving him. I did this 3 times and then started hitting it off and on, just to let him no he had no chance. He still doesn't get it, because he's still trying. I finally stayed in it, until about 130 and let off. I decide to stop playing at this point. He does a flyby and flips me off.
Best part is that I have a V6 rear bumper as I run dumps. Other than my car being very loud, he's probably wondering if he got beat by a v6!
Race 3: My 2001 Mustang GT bone stock vs. 97 or 98 Camaro (whatever the last year for the LT1 was) auto w/ exhaust only
This was back when I first got my car in 2005, but worth telling. Leaving the gym and getting on the highway, floor it up the off ramp just for fun. As I enter the highway, I see this camaro blowing smoke out the tailpipes trying to get past me. I line up in 3rd gear (stock gears). We both go and I leave him BAD! He stays in the gas and I wait for him to catch up, hit it again and pass again. Did this at least 4-5 times. We get off the same exit, he cuts off another car just to get next to me. His girl is in the car and he starts doing a burnout at the light. Light goes green, I launch, he spins and I leave him. We merge onto the next road and I yell over does he want to race again. He says he wasn't racing any of those times. I say ok, whatever have a nice day.
He sees me pull into my old apt. complex and continues driving. That night my roommate asks if I raced a black camaro. I say yeah, how did you know? He says it's his friend's boyfriend's car. They knew he lived there and knew I had a yellow GT. He gets on IM and says he wants to race again. I respond that I thought we weren't racing? ;-) He says there is no way I can beat him. I say put up $100 and we'll go again. He again says I have no chance. I tell him that it's an easy $100 then, so lets do it. We set it up, we meet and the guy is about 5ft tall. He talks all sorts of shit about how mustang's are for pussies, etc.
We line it up at the stop light. It goes green and we take off, instantly pulled him. By the big end I had over 3 cars on him. I realize that even after the race is over, he's not letting off. I stay in it for a bit to let him know he can't pass me and finally let off. He does a flyby and just keeps on going! I get back to where his friend's are, he wouldn't even come back. His friend's tell me that they couldn't believe how bad I beat him. Then tell me how the car isn't running right, etc. He calls on the phone and they want to inspect my car. I let them and they tell him, yeah, down to the paper filter. He then asks if I let off when he finally passed me. Duh, yes! I made the $100 I was short on rent that month! :rockon:
About a year later, my old roommate says the guy wants to race me again. I ask what has he done to his car, because I now have nitrous, slicks, gears. Here it comes...... He now owns a stock 2003 Mustang GT and his girlfriend has a V6 same year!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whhoooopppppppp! :bowdown: He converted after getting his ass kicked!
oke:.
