This is a copy/paste from my forum, so forget the names:
Well guys, I got beat by a Honda. A stock Honda.
NOW before you start harassing me, I should say I got beat by the situation, and not the car/driver.
I decided to take a midnight drive tonight. Dunno why, just did.
Well I came up to a redlight at 4th and Main, by the Metra. Matt and Ryan will know where this is, maybe Casey. For those that don't, 4th is a 3 lane and Main is a 3 lane. The 2 left lanes can turn to go left onto Main, while the third, far right lane can either go straight into the Metra parking lot or right onto Main. Its a T basically, if you ignore the Metra. I hope I'm making sense here.
Anyways, I pull up next to a 04ish Accord. Not sure on the year, had this style rear end:
Anyways, turns out I know a girl in the passenger seat, and her boyfriend is driving. She gets my attention and we talk for about 2 seconds before her boyfriend asks, respectfully mind you, whether it's a 6 or an 8. The light turns green at this point, and I can hear his girlfriend say it's an 8.
Well we get going hard and right as I'm getting close to the median (I'm in the inside lane, btw) I hit 40 and shift. Due to me turning at the same time, the car loses traction, the ass end kicks out for a half second, straightens up, and I'm down to about 35 in second. My car hates 35 in second. Well we keep going uphill with a slight right curve, him in the inside now. He's about a 2 cars up, and by the time he lets off, we're at 80 and I'm maybe a fender back.
Technically a kill, but had it been a straight race, I'd a won. Oh well, a loss is a loss.
For the first kill, I was approaching a Grand Prix, maybe 00. I looked at the side to make sure it wasn't a GTP, and thankfully it was just a GT. There was a cute girl driving, and as I was eyeing her, she hits it!
WTF?! Not what I was expecting. I put it in second at 35 (again, it hates this situation) and after she gets a car out, I walk her hard and let off with 2 lengths. Race went from 35 to 70.
Third and final kill, I'm making my way home, going down a hill. I passed a newer half ton Chevy pickup (not newest though) with 2 guys in it, but didn't pay much mind to them. I switch into their lane as they switch into mine and as I slow for a big bump in the road, the get along side me and pace me. I drop to 2nd (guess what the speed was...) and the driver hits it. He gets a half truck out and I hit it, and pull 2 lengths to 80. I brake and he keeps going, so I keep going and we don't pull each other after he has that HUGE run on me.
We stop at a stoplight, me on his right side, and they roll down the window.
"That thing a 6 or an 8?" Why do you people always ask me this? Does it sound like a 6? No.
"It's an 8. Is that a 5.3?"
"Yeah. What happened? That was pathetic?" that got under my skin a little.
"Which part? The part where I pulled you, or the part where I stopped your pull after the huge run you got on me?"
"The second part. I was kicking your ass!"
"I braked." is all I replied.
"No you didn't." the driver said
"We saw the lights." his passenger interjected. Thanks for being honest!
"Well let's go again. I'm not to good from a stop."
I agree and we take a left at the light (another 2 turn lane) and he flies through the lights. I run one orange to catch up to him and as I get next to him, I'm in ****ing second gear at 35! Well he takes off, and I let him get a half truck out before getting into it and pulling 5 lenghts to 100. He pulls the ricer flyby, and despite his arrogant attitude, I give him the thumbs up as I pass him when he pulls into the bar.
I need a ****ing faster car, guys.
Well guys, I got beat by a Honda. A stock Honda.
NOW before you start harassing me, I should say I got beat by the situation, and not the car/driver.
I decided to take a midnight drive tonight. Dunno why, just did.
Well I came up to a redlight at 4th and Main, by the Metra. Matt and Ryan will know where this is, maybe Casey. For those that don't, 4th is a 3 lane and Main is a 3 lane. The 2 left lanes can turn to go left onto Main, while the third, far right lane can either go straight into the Metra parking lot or right onto Main. Its a T basically, if you ignore the Metra. I hope I'm making sense here.
Anyways, I pull up next to a 04ish Accord. Not sure on the year, had this style rear end:
Anyways, turns out I know a girl in the passenger seat, and her boyfriend is driving. She gets my attention and we talk for about 2 seconds before her boyfriend asks, respectfully mind you, whether it's a 6 or an 8. The light turns green at this point, and I can hear his girlfriend say it's an 8.
Well we get going hard and right as I'm getting close to the median (I'm in the inside lane, btw) I hit 40 and shift. Due to me turning at the same time, the car loses traction, the ass end kicks out for a half second, straightens up, and I'm down to about 35 in second. My car hates 35 in second. Well we keep going uphill with a slight right curve, him in the inside now. He's about a 2 cars up, and by the time he lets off, we're at 80 and I'm maybe a fender back.
Technically a kill, but had it been a straight race, I'd a won. Oh well, a loss is a loss.
For the first kill, I was approaching a Grand Prix, maybe 00. I looked at the side to make sure it wasn't a GTP, and thankfully it was just a GT. There was a cute girl driving, and as I was eyeing her, she hits it!
WTF?! Not what I was expecting. I put it in second at 35 (again, it hates this situation) and after she gets a car out, I walk her hard and let off with 2 lengths. Race went from 35 to 70.
Third and final kill, I'm making my way home, going down a hill. I passed a newer half ton Chevy pickup (not newest though) with 2 guys in it, but didn't pay much mind to them. I switch into their lane as they switch into mine and as I slow for a big bump in the road, the get along side me and pace me. I drop to 2nd (guess what the speed was...) and the driver hits it. He gets a half truck out and I hit it, and pull 2 lengths to 80. I brake and he keeps going, so I keep going and we don't pull each other after he has that HUGE run on me.
We stop at a stoplight, me on his right side, and they roll down the window.
"That thing a 6 or an 8?" Why do you people always ask me this? Does it sound like a 6? No.
"It's an 8. Is that a 5.3?"
"Yeah. What happened? That was pathetic?" that got under my skin a little.
"Which part? The part where I pulled you, or the part where I stopped your pull after the huge run you got on me?"
"The second part. I was kicking your ass!"
"I braked." is all I replied.
"No you didn't." the driver said
"We saw the lights." his passenger interjected. Thanks for being honest!
"Well let's go again. I'm not to good from a stop."
I agree and we take a left at the light (another 2 turn lane) and he flies through the lights. I run one orange to catch up to him and as I get next to him, I'm in ****ing second gear at 35! Well he takes off, and I let him get a half truck out before getting into it and pulling 5 lenghts to 100. He pulls the ricer flyby, and despite his arrogant attitude, I give him the thumbs up as I pass him when he pulls into the bar.
I need a ****ing faster car, guys.
