I haven't posted in forever because racing where I live is non-existent. My life is spent working out my left leg pushing in my clutch pedal while sitting in traffic that makes me want to commit murder in ways that only the depraved would think about.
Anyway, the week before last I left the Raleigh airport and headed south. After I finally got out of the I-40 beltway, this lowered grey VW Golf with a buzzsaw exhaust came flying up behind me and proceeded to stick to my fat ass. There were very few cars around so I figured Herr Goehring wanted some WWII. At 75'ish I downshifted to 4th and ran up to about 105 with him getting ever so kleine in my rearview. I slowed down and he eventually buzzed by, but then slowed way down forcing me to pass him. At this point I was slightly annoyed. I had been gone for a week and was just looking forward to the next uninterrupted hour of cruising back to my house. As I moved over to the right lane, he moved to the left, punched it and started coming. When he passed me I shifted to 3rd at 70 and ran it out, shifted to 4th, 5th and shutdown around 130'ish. Needless to say Mr. Goebbel's was in the distance. I slowed down to Warp 2 and when he finally passed he pointed at his VW mechanic's uniform and gave me a thumb's up. Okay?
Fast Forward a couple of weeks...I see a yellow late model GTO in the distance. I hit my "race repellant button" (Turned off the Traction Control). When I finally caught up to this dude we were at a stoplight on a 4-lane highway with a car each in front of us. As I pulled up he rolled down his window, mine were already down. I saw his lips moving...but I couldn't hear him talk. Why, might you ask...because of his exhaust and cam that must have had Mount Everest lift. He said "What do you have done?" I said "Intake, exhaust, no tune." He nodded and said "I always love running Cobra guys, I never know what to expect." The light turned green and I rolled out easy. As I shifted to second, he pulled alongside. I said "on 3?" He nodded. Traffic behind was about to ejaculate so I honked and nailed it. Second up to about 75'ish before I was about to be an unwanted passenger in the soccer mom's Jeep in front of me. Too much traffic and not enough road to find out that his little yellow beast was about to rape me!
Anyway, the week before last I left the Raleigh airport and headed south. After I finally got out of the I-40 beltway, this lowered grey VW Golf with a buzzsaw exhaust came flying up behind me and proceeded to stick to my fat ass. There were very few cars around so I figured Herr Goehring wanted some WWII. At 75'ish I downshifted to 4th and ran up to about 105 with him getting ever so kleine in my rearview. I slowed down and he eventually buzzed by, but then slowed way down forcing me to pass him. At this point I was slightly annoyed. I had been gone for a week and was just looking forward to the next uninterrupted hour of cruising back to my house. As I moved over to the right lane, he moved to the left, punched it and started coming. When he passed me I shifted to 3rd at 70 and ran it out, shifted to 4th, 5th and shutdown around 130'ish. Needless to say Mr. Goebbel's was in the distance. I slowed down to Warp 2 and when he finally passed he pointed at his VW mechanic's uniform and gave me a thumb's up. Okay?
Fast Forward a couple of weeks...I see a yellow late model GTO in the distance. I hit my "race repellant button" (Turned off the Traction Control). When I finally caught up to this dude we were at a stoplight on a 4-lane highway with a car each in front of us. As I pulled up he rolled down his window, mine were already down. I saw his lips moving...but I couldn't hear him talk. Why, might you ask...because of his exhaust and cam that must have had Mount Everest lift. He said "What do you have done?" I said "Intake, exhaust, no tune." He nodded and said "I always love running Cobra guys, I never know what to expect." The light turned green and I rolled out easy. As I shifted to second, he pulled alongside. I said "on 3?" He nodded. Traffic behind was about to ejaculate so I honked and nailed it. Second up to about 75'ish before I was about to be an unwanted passenger in the soccer mom's Jeep in front of me. Too much traffic and not enough road to find out that his little yellow beast was about to rape me!
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