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SVTPerformance's Chain of Restaurants
Road Kill Drive-Thru
Integra VTEC, blower, 50 shot "noss"
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<blockquote data-quote="Blue03Cobra" data-source="post: 67018" data-attributes="member: 675"><p>Oh, how I love the Saturday morning jaunt to the bank/post office...</p><p></p><p>I'm sitting at a red light and I see/hear a bright red (non metallic), carbon fiber hooded, yellow accented, whale tailed, fart piped, 17/18" yellow rimmed, slammed and stickered Integra turn onto my thoroughfare from the cross street. I'm begging my light to change, and it does, eventually. I hot foot it behind him and he gets caught at the next light, by himself. He must have seen me hoofin' it over, because right before I got there the light turned green and he sat. </p><p></p><p>I pulled up, stopped, got first and heard him nail it. I follow suit, spin somewhat, he gets the jump and after I hook, put a length or two on him. Another spin-fest on the one-two shift and I clearly walk/run away from him. At 80 (in a 45 zone) I ease off for the two-three shift and coast back to the speed limit in third. He comes roaring up in a mini-ricer flyby and slows down to the speed limit next to me (about a length in front) and starts jumping with the typical angry insect cacophany exuding from his fart pipe. I can now clearly see the A pillar guage pod, VTEC badge and monster tach. Okey-dokey, let's go from a roll. I take second, ease up to him and point forward. I let him get the jump, since 45 in second is almost PERFECTLY in the sweet spot, and absolutely ran away from him to 80.</p><p></p><p>We get caught in traffic, but wind up side-by-side at the next light. You'll love the conversation:</p><p></p><p>Me- "Stop, roll, top speed, whatever you want..."</p><p>Rice Boy (RB)- "Wha'chu runnin'?" </p><p>Me- "Stock Cobra, four cam, 32 valve, thirteens right out of the box"</p><p>RB- "Oh, I run twelves, totally built, blower, fifty-shot 'noss'" :rollseyes</p><p>Me- "What happened back there...twice" :-D</p><p>RB- "I'm not runnin' nothin', and only five p.s.i., for the street" (gesturing toward the guage pod) :rollseyes :rollseyes :rollseyes </p><p></p><p>The light changes and he does utter "Nice Mustang". Somehow I instinctively replied "Thanks".</p><p></p><p>Best ricer kill, yet (for me)...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Blue03Cobra, post: 67018, member: 675"] Oh, how I love the Saturday morning jaunt to the bank/post office... I'm sitting at a red light and I see/hear a bright red (non metallic), carbon fiber hooded, yellow accented, whale tailed, fart piped, 17/18" yellow rimmed, slammed and stickered Integra turn onto my thoroughfare from the cross street. I'm begging my light to change, and it does, eventually. I hot foot it behind him and he gets caught at the next light, by himself. He must have seen me hoofin' it over, because right before I got there the light turned green and he sat. I pulled up, stopped, got first and heard him nail it. I follow suit, spin somewhat, he gets the jump and after I hook, put a length or two on him. Another spin-fest on the one-two shift and I clearly walk/run away from him. At 80 (in a 45 zone) I ease off for the two-three shift and coast back to the speed limit in third. He comes roaring up in a mini-ricer flyby and slows down to the speed limit next to me (about a length in front) and starts jumping with the typical angry insect cacophany exuding from his fart pipe. I can now clearly see the A pillar guage pod, VTEC badge and monster tach. Okey-dokey, let's go from a roll. I take second, ease up to him and point forward. I let him get the jump, since 45 in second is almost PERFECTLY in the sweet spot, and absolutely ran away from him to 80. We get caught in traffic, but wind up side-by-side at the next light. You'll love the conversation: Me- "Stop, roll, top speed, whatever you want..." Rice Boy (RB)- "Wha'chu runnin'?" Me- "Stock Cobra, four cam, 32 valve, thirteens right out of the box" RB- "Oh, I run twelves, totally built, blower, fifty-shot 'noss'" :rollseyes Me- "What happened back there...twice" :-D RB- "I'm not runnin' nothin', and only five p.s.i., for the street" (gesturing toward the guage pod) :rollseyes :rollseyes :rollseyes The light changes and he does utter "Nice Mustang". Somehow I instinctively replied "Thanks". Best ricer kill, yet (for me)... [/QUOTE]
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