Disclaimer: no fast or even remotely quick cars involved.
So last night I took my daily driver ('96 Integra GSR) out to the track to watch some friends run their cars. I stayed for a couple hours and as I am leaving I pull onto the highway behind a riced out mid 90's Civic hatch with a HUGE fart cannon.
Now My GSR is by no means fast (intake/catback) and I don't represent is as such. I am behind the Civic and he is going 45 in a 55. This highway is a long straight stretch where you can see forever ahead of you. So after a bit I get sick and tired of following the guy going 10mph under the speed limit so I decided to pass him. He has 2 passengers and I am by myself. As I pull out to pass I hear him drop a gear and his fart cannon begins to rattle like a beer can full of gravel. So I am thinking "wtf, this jackass isn't gonna let me pass?" "You gotta be kidding me." So I proceed to drop a gear and let my 1.8 liters of pure V-TAK fury loose. :burnout: :lol: I went by the guy like he was standing still even though his car sounded like it was going to explode from the vibration.
I guess it's time to go back to the stock exhaust on my car so it doesn't sound even remotely ricey. I am sick of every riced out car in town trying to race me. I couldnt' believe the guy would attempt to not let me pass, no wonder street racers get a bad reputation. It's all the street RICERS out there. Thanks for hanging in there with my story.
So last night I took my daily driver ('96 Integra GSR) out to the track to watch some friends run their cars. I stayed for a couple hours and as I am leaving I pull onto the highway behind a riced out mid 90's Civic hatch with a HUGE fart cannon.
Now My GSR is by no means fast (intake/catback) and I don't represent is as such. I am behind the Civic and he is going 45 in a 55. This highway is a long straight stretch where you can see forever ahead of you. So after a bit I get sick and tired of following the guy going 10mph under the speed limit so I decided to pass him. He has 2 passengers and I am by myself. As I pull out to pass I hear him drop a gear and his fart cannon begins to rattle like a beer can full of gravel. So I am thinking "wtf, this jackass isn't gonna let me pass?" "You gotta be kidding me." So I proceed to drop a gear and let my 1.8 liters of pure V-TAK fury loose. :burnout: :lol: I went by the guy like he was standing still even though his car sounded like it was going to explode from the vibration.
I guess it's time to go back to the stock exhaust on my car so it doesn't sound even remotely ricey. I am sick of every riced out car in town trying to race me. I couldnt' believe the guy would attempt to not let me pass, no wonder street racers get a bad reputation. It's all the street RICERS out there. Thanks for hanging in there with my story.