This is a quick one from 3 weeks ago, in Worcester, we have the Summer Nationals. Its basically like a big burnout competition. There are so awesome tweeked out old muscle cars and mustangs/camaros/lightnings are well represented. So I'm at the lights on Salisbury Street heading to my Frat (which is walking distance to the Nationals) and a Red Tiburon pulls up next to me. I hear from the car next to me, the driver goes "What kind of car is that?" and the passenger is like "Its a mustang GT, its pretty slow, you can take him."
4 inch exhaust, huge stereo system, pink decals on a red car, and 18s do not equal 300 pounds of torque. Absolutely roasted him off the line then hit the windshield washers to give him the ol' victory spray when he was behind me.
4 inch exhaust, huge stereo system, pink decals on a red car, and 18s do not equal 300 pounds of torque. Absolutely roasted him off the line then hit the windshield washers to give him the ol' victory spray when he was behind me.