Well, I was driving back from getting the car washed and grabbing a bite to eat, and stopped at a red light, when this blue WRX coupe turns on to the road I'm on (on the other side of the light). He pulls beside a WS6 that was poking along and guns it, and it sounded healthy. Predictably, the girl driving the WS6 didn't bite, so off he goes.
My light turns green, and I shuffle through traffic and ease it up to 70 to catch up. I see him at the light a ways down, so I switch to his lane. Traffic clears a bit, to the point to where there's only one car in front of him at the next light, and I'm right behind him. I'm looking at the car, and I notice his licenese plate "IFRYRICE". I almost pissed myself! GREAT PLATE! :beer: Anyhow, the light goes green, and he shuffles past the car in front of him at about 30 MPH and punches it. I was expecting it, so I never got out of second.
I drop about a half car length before I can safely get around the slower car, and I punch it. 450 horsies jump up from nowhere and slam me forward. Scottie's in the passenger seat going "We can't give her any more Captian!". IMMEDIATELY gain the half length back and proceed to pass him in second (waving as I go by), put it in third at about a half length in front of him, and by the time I wind out third (105 MPH or so), he is about 4 car legths back. I let off and slow down. He comes by at a good clip and I follow.
We get around the few cars that were on the road, and crest the next hill. He slows down a bit, and I get up to his rear fender, then he punches it. He didn't even pull. From a 80 MPH roll, punching it in third gear in the Cobra is like hitting the frigging afterburners. The car LEAPS forward, hood rises, rear squats, 315 Nittos grab on to the ground for dear life, and the can DEVOURS the road. Didn't even have time to look over and wave this time, just waved while keeping my eyes glued to the blurred asphalt. 90,100,105 , Shiftlight hits. Slam in into fourth and dump the clutch while jamming the pedal down. Car jerks a tad and screams forward again 110,120,130 Shiftlight!
I look in the rear view and he is about 10 cars back. I let off, coast down to about 80, and stick it in 6th. The snake has been fed, it's happy.
The WRX follows me for the next 5 miles or so, and then pulls beside me. He goes "That thing is BAD!" :thumbsup: I go "Thanks man" :thumbsup: We pull off and bullshit about the cars for a little while, he tells me that he has stage 2 on the car now. Next thing he has planned is a bigger turbo and FMIC. Never made a SINGLE excuse, just gave mad props and said he loved the way the car sounded as it was flying by :-D I told him I really liked the way his WRX sounded, and I actually wasn't kidding. It really did sound good. I also told him I LOVED his plate, that is CLASSIC!
Anyway, thanks for listening. It was a great run with a cool guy, and made my day. :thumbsup:
My light turns green, and I shuffle through traffic and ease it up to 70 to catch up. I see him at the light a ways down, so I switch to his lane. Traffic clears a bit, to the point to where there's only one car in front of him at the next light, and I'm right behind him. I'm looking at the car, and I notice his licenese plate "IFRYRICE". I almost pissed myself! GREAT PLATE! :beer: Anyhow, the light goes green, and he shuffles past the car in front of him at about 30 MPH and punches it. I was expecting it, so I never got out of second.
I drop about a half car length before I can safely get around the slower car, and I punch it. 450 horsies jump up from nowhere and slam me forward. Scottie's in the passenger seat going "We can't give her any more Captian!". IMMEDIATELY gain the half length back and proceed to pass him in second (waving as I go by), put it in third at about a half length in front of him, and by the time I wind out third (105 MPH or so), he is about 4 car legths back. I let off and slow down. He comes by at a good clip and I follow.
We get around the few cars that were on the road, and crest the next hill. He slows down a bit, and I get up to his rear fender, then he punches it. He didn't even pull. From a 80 MPH roll, punching it in third gear in the Cobra is like hitting the frigging afterburners. The car LEAPS forward, hood rises, rear squats, 315 Nittos grab on to the ground for dear life, and the can DEVOURS the road. Didn't even have time to look over and wave this time, just waved while keeping my eyes glued to the blurred asphalt. 90,100,105 , Shiftlight hits. Slam in into fourth and dump the clutch while jamming the pedal down. Car jerks a tad and screams forward again 110,120,130 Shiftlight!
I look in the rear view and he is about 10 cars back. I let off, coast down to about 80, and stick it in 6th. The snake has been fed, it's happy.
The WRX follows me for the next 5 miles or so, and then pulls beside me. He goes "That thing is BAD!" :thumbsup: I go "Thanks man" :thumbsup: We pull off and bullshit about the cars for a little while, he tells me that he has stage 2 on the car now. Next thing he has planned is a bigger turbo and FMIC. Never made a SINGLE excuse, just gave mad props and said he loved the way the car sounded as it was flying by :-D I told him I really liked the way his WRX sounded, and I actually wasn't kidding. It really did sound good. I also told him I LOVED his plate, that is CLASSIC!
Anyway, thanks for listening. It was a great run with a cool guy, and made my day. :thumbsup:
