I was sitting at a light in the freshly detailed WS6, when a riced out something or other came flying out of a side street and turned in the direction I was going. It wasn't the typical rice with stickers and fart cans, but it was more subdued and looked like he might actually have some power behind it. My light turns green and I boogey on up to the next light , where he got stopped. Pull up next to him, and of course he's got his hat on sideways, music blaring, girl in the seat beside him, dual gauges on the A-piller, etc... He looks over and checks out the car... kept creeping up inch by inch at the line, I just held my ground, assuming he was looking for ome action. Light turns green and the coast is clear, no cars around so I punch it. For once, I GOT THE PERFECT LAUNCH!!! The tires gave a little squeal and then just took off! It didn't matter though, because after I had made it up to 40-50 mph I looked back in my rearview and he was still sitting at the light! I assume he stalled it, but I hadn't even heard him try. My perfect launch was all for not. After that, he stayed way back in traffic and wouldn't even show his face again. Normally I don't waste my gas on ricers, but I had just gotten done racing a friend of mine's 96 SS (he took me by about half a car length) and the adrenaline was still pumping for another one.
I just got back from a car show, and will post pics from it when I get them all uploaded... there's a lot of them and they're BIG!
I just got back from a car show, and will post pics from it when I get them all uploaded... there's a lot of them and they're BIG!
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