So I go into work for my dad today in westboro mass, and I pull in next to a later model Talon. New guy, he's into cars, and I swear this thing came out of the Fast and the Furious. So we start talking and this guy starts talkin up his car, this and that, I got all this stuff in it, you're car is slow, etc. So when work gets out, around 3, (its a shipping company) we decide to play on 495 cause nobody was there. We line up at about 40, he honks it off, then we both take off.... I immediately gained several lengths until about 105, then we were about dead even. We're neck and neck till 120ish then he looks over, smiles, and absolutely takes off. I felt pretty stupid until I saw the giant NOS graphic across his back window. So to reclaim my manhood, I'm saving for a 100 shot.
Just figured I'd remind everyone that even though we drive stangs, we are still human.
Just figured I'd remind everyone that even though we drive stangs, we are still human.