Here's the story:
I work with this kid who is a complete assfawker. Since the first day he started he's been wanting to race me and said he's never been beat. I told him to wait until the summer and I'd race him because I didn't want to race in the rain/snow. Well, last night I was driving home from the mall and there's about a 2 mile stretch on the highway, 3 lanes wide. All of a sudden he pulls up to me and I had to look twice because I didn't think it was him... I slowed down to about 15mph and so did he, then he beeped his horn 3 times and after the third I just shoved my foot down so hard on the gas pedal that I thought I was gunna go right through the floorboards. I jumped on him by about a car length then just kept it straight and held on. He pulled upside me and wasn't able to get any farther [Right here I wish that I still had my nitrous kit installed.] so I took my O/D off let my foot off the gas quick and slammed it down once again, my car pulled a lil' harder and by now we were to where the road split, he was even with my side door. He went one way, I went the other...
Now I have to go to work and hear **** probably... I'm happy I kept up with/beat a turbo car, but I still wanna be able to completely rip his doors [and head] off.
Note: This all happened on a closed course.
I work with this kid who is a complete assfawker. Since the first day he started he's been wanting to race me and said he's never been beat. I told him to wait until the summer and I'd race him because I didn't want to race in the rain/snow. Well, last night I was driving home from the mall and there's about a 2 mile stretch on the highway, 3 lanes wide. All of a sudden he pulls up to me and I had to look twice because I didn't think it was him... I slowed down to about 15mph and so did he, then he beeped his horn 3 times and after the third I just shoved my foot down so hard on the gas pedal that I thought I was gunna go right through the floorboards. I jumped on him by about a car length then just kept it straight and held on. He pulled upside me and wasn't able to get any farther [Right here I wish that I still had my nitrous kit installed.] so I took my O/D off let my foot off the gas quick and slammed it down once again, my car pulled a lil' harder and by now we were to where the road split, he was even with my side door. He went one way, I went the other...
Now I have to go to work and hear **** probably... I'm happy I kept up with/beat a turbo car, but I still wanna be able to completely rip his doors [and head] off.
Note: This all happened on a closed course.




