The one that got away
On the way to Stanwood this morning we were in a convoy of about 20 f-bodies. I had the rear (go figure). So as we passed by an on-ramp to the freeway a green Acura was on the way down so we
"made space" to avoid a disaster on the way to the show.Well, he started acting like he wanted to play with the whole lot of us. No one made a move so I bit. We took off like the space shuttle. (I had opened my n2o before we left the rest stop.) I think he was shocked that I was catching him because when we hit 80 he took off again. I hammered it again and hit the rev-limiter, backed out a bit and the A4 slid into 4th at 130 and I was still coming up on his six. I was just about to flip the switch on the nitrous and some
$@#*&!
pulls into the lane right in front of me. I had to slam on the brakes in order to keep from getting killed. Then the schmuck ricer flashes his hazards at me as if I lost to him. Effin' punk! He knew that car that cut me off was his only hope because I was still gaining on him with LOTS of room left in the engine.So he got away, but I was so far ahead of the group that I slowed down to 35 and still waited for what seemed like forever before I saw the lead car in my mirror coming around the corner.
All in all it was a fun adrenaline rush first thing in the morning.
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A couple of times some irritating fugly ricer would speed into a wall of traffic to keep ahead of me. I won't take that bait - its a horrific crash waiting to happen.
You didn't lose Howard, you won. Its the ricer driver that is up for a Darwin Award and its best to let them take it.
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