Late Saturday night after Hoopfest (largest 3on3 basketball tournament in the world) were heading home from a little mini-golf. Needless to say it's a 4lane rd, spd limit 30 and the cruising haven for Spokane.
Anyway I'm just headin' home, no cruising, and come upon 4, count um, 4 cars w/in 50ft of each other that all want to play. Fox body 5.0, newer s2000, 94/95 gt vert, and the piece de le resistonce and 04 GTO.
After playing awhile and the fox yelling over his lady saying, "that ain't no 4.6!!" and giving the ol' thumbs up, I bust around in the ending lane and get back to the middle. At this point it's now 3 lanes, and a red light.
GTo to my left, GT to my right, the s2000 behind, an the fox had turned off.
Early 30's guy in the goat w/ a big cheesy-ass grin messin w/ the stick, he says "There ain't no cops out tonight!" We, both look at the GT, he's a full-on jerk thinkin he's the shit, you know the type, backwards hat w/ his left arm so stiff on the wheel it looks like he's holding a "9".
Green.
We both spin, I hook before he does and just pull, didn't really look to see how far back he was by time I hit 90 but he was no longer in my periphreal vision. The poor gt didn't stand a chance. I cruise throught the next few lights, and let him catch-up. He pulls up still w/ the cheesy ass grin and throughs his hands in the air and said "I tried, *(shakes his head)*, ****IN PONTIACS".
I laughed and just said "yeah but they sure are comfy" "feels German" is what I said. Only in the next few seconds did I see what an ass comment that was, but it wasn't intended that way.
He laughed, gave the thumbs up and turned off.
Nice guy, good times.
Anyway I'm just headin' home, no cruising, and come upon 4, count um, 4 cars w/in 50ft of each other that all want to play. Fox body 5.0, newer s2000, 94/95 gt vert, and the piece de le resistonce and 04 GTO.
After playing awhile and the fox yelling over his lady saying, "that ain't no 4.6!!" and giving the ol' thumbs up, I bust around in the ending lane and get back to the middle. At this point it's now 3 lanes, and a red light.
GTo to my left, GT to my right, the s2000 behind, an the fox had turned off.
Early 30's guy in the goat w/ a big cheesy-ass grin messin w/ the stick, he says "There ain't no cops out tonight!" We, both look at the GT, he's a full-on jerk thinkin he's the shit, you know the type, backwards hat w/ his left arm so stiff on the wheel it looks like he's holding a "9".
Green.
We both spin, I hook before he does and just pull, didn't really look to see how far back he was by time I hit 90 but he was no longer in my periphreal vision. The poor gt didn't stand a chance. I cruise throught the next few lights, and let him catch-up. He pulls up still w/ the cheesy ass grin and throughs his hands in the air and said "I tried, *(shakes his head)*, ****IN PONTIACS".
I laughed and just said "yeah but they sure are comfy" "feels German" is what I said. Only in the next few seconds did I see what an ass comment that was, but it wasn't intended that way.
He laughed, gave the thumbs up and turned off.
Nice guy, good times.
