Destroyed a 350Z
I got out of work real late. I didnt feel like making anything for dinner, so I went out to the beach to grab a garbage plate. Its the greatest invention ever. A delicious plate filled with 2 burgers, home fries, mac salad, and whatever else you want on it.
The place I went to is also a local hang out spot for car guys. You'll get a wide variety of people who come here too.. From the old to young, import and domestic, etc.
The place has gone down hill over the past few years. Too many dumb *** kids who think they have race cars are just ruining it. Trying to do burnouts, doughnuts, and my personal favorite... "ken blocking it" around the parking lots.
Anyways, back to my delicious dinner. Its about 10pm. I just order the food and head outside to the porch by the beach. Theres quite a few cars parked outside. I hear some clowns standing on the other side of the porch talk about "the beast"... Now, I know what you're prob. thinking. Who the **** refers to their car as "the beast"? Well, this wanna be thug like kid does... And its a 350Z. Its equipped with an exhaust system and "tune". Aawwwhhh yeah! She's a "beast" alright. He's with all his buddies, who admire him because of his car, and also think its king of the streets, because its the fastest thing they've ever been in.
You might also be thinking "Mike, arent you being a little harsh on the kid?", well, you just wait. It gets better.
Captain douche face then starts talking **** about every car in the parking lot, and how his 350Z is superior to every one of them. His 350Z will walk liter bikes.. "They make like 200hp. I'm easily over 300". The concept makes sence.. He makes more power, so he should therefore beat them. Right? **** power to weight ratios. So, this 350Z will walk liter bikes. I might be in trouble then.
He even taught me a few things about my car. I really took his expert opinion to heart. "That black vette over there.. Overrated. Not as fast as they look. 14's at the track. The beast would take it"... I tried not to laugh. TRIED. "They also get **** gas milage because of the V8".
All his buddies were all admiring captain douche face because he's an expert at this stuff. Hell, even I wish I was as smart as him. I dont know what the **** I was thinking, spending all this money on a Z06 when I could have just bought a stockish 350Z and walk liter bikes with it.
They all make their way over to the parking lot and are standing around the car. He opens the hood to expose that monster of an engine he has hiding under there. He raided a auto zone and bought their entire supply of wire loom. Green and red. The Christmas edition 350Z. Did I mention it had cool neons too? Well it does.
I devoured the garbage plate. Double forked that bitch. I passed captain douch face and his christmas tree and head over to my car. I start it up and let it warm up for about 30 seconds. In the mean time, CDF (captain douche face) closes his hood. I head out, and follows me.
I pull out onto the main road and head over to the highway to go back home. CDF is still in persuit of my slow *** 14 second vette that gets shitty gas milage and is slower than it looks.
I finally get on the highway. I'm in the right lane, kinda hoping CDF and his christmas tree 350Z will just pass and not give me any problems. Its a real catch 22. Do you save your gas and not race CDF, or show him how dumb he is?
Just as I figured, he decides to do a ricer flyby. I kinda laugh at him. He slows back down, and his buddy in the passengers seat is pointing and laughing at me. I wish I knew what was soo funny. 5 seconds later... Another one. He slows back down and lines up with me again.
This time, I get the good 'ole 2 beep sequence. I'm doing about 55mph."beep.... beep" (I'm waiting for the third one...), and he's off. The third beep comes as he's already moving. I throw it into 3rd and hawk his *** down, leaving him way back in my rear view. I let off... And the typical ricer thing happens. He stays in it until he passes me.
Its over, right? I wish. He wants round 2. Like that wasnt bad enough already. I continue my speed at 55mph. "beep... beep" AND HE'S OFF (should I have expected anything else?). I'm in 3rd again, and just like before, I blow the doors off his christmas tree, but.. He's gotta do his ricer flyby.
I've had enough now. My exit is coming up, and its not worth missing it... I'd love to hear the excuses now, or his explanation as to why he lost.
Never had a sucessful encounter with a cool 350Z owner... Hopefully I'll find one someday.
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All his buddies were all admiring captain douche face because he's an expert at this stuff. Hell, even I wish I was as smart as him. I dont know what the **** I was thinking, spending all this money on a Z06 when I could have just bought a stockish 350Z and walk liter bikes with it.
we come up to the line, i leave the TC on in drive foot on brake, no burnout to heat the tires... he does ridiculous burnout and we wait for smoke to clear.... chris lines him up he's staging and his car is LOUD no mufflers or cats... chris drops his arms and i let off the brake(no gas) i wait till i hear the "scurtscurt" of the RX7 hitting 2nd gear and i mash the throttle, easily catchng up, then i let off enough to stay side by side and watch him concentrating on the road and shifting wearing his 5pt harness while i have 1 hand on the wheel no seatbelt and im laid back in the seat not even in a good driving posture... i let up near the end and he pulls just ahead of me i get behind him, his 4ways are flashing... we turn around and go back and line right up hes screaming out the window "yeah yeah mazda bitches!" everyone is laughing another smoky burnout from him a small one from me... we line up turn the tc back on, foot on brake... arms drop... "scurtscurt" again i run him down and let off so im right with him, this time i watch his front bumper and make sure i stay right next to him dead even all the way down feathering the throttle my car "jumps" in front when i hit the throttle, but he doesnt notice this becuase his car is so loud i guess.... we turn around and go back "man i got a bad launch on that one... 1 more 1 more" "hell yeah" we line up i heat up the tires good, turn TC off stall converter at 1500 and wait for the arm drop... i leave as hard as i can without spinning too much and stay in it the whole time... he was NEVER even close i turned my 4 ways on before the 1/4 is over and i pull over to turn around... he drove right home didnt even turn around to get the guy who rode down with him (its about a mile from our houses) when we get back hes in the garage so we all go over there, i bring him a beer... he's got a drop light under the hood and hes trying to figure "what broke" nothin broke... i say "i can see your problem from here" "yeah whats that?" "mazda bitches"
Last edited by flippindabird; Aug 4, 2011 at 09:44 AM.
Guess he learned the hard way... Don't underestimate the 350Z. And here I always thought vettes were quick.
Now to hunt for more American muscle to show who's boss!!!
User Scrounger for example is obviously not a typical 350Z idiot.
Scrounger
Considering what you all are all saying... The only thing I can think of then is that typical of most American Muscle, the horsepower for that vette is overrated.
And if it was a fluke, then maybe I'll run into one in the twisties. I know I can take one there. A sport scar vs a straight line muscle car would be a given victory for the 350Z.
Last edited by LS-ONE_DAY; Aug 4, 2011 at 10:08 AM.
That guy sounded like a complete tool and unfortunately guys like that have flooded the Z market and have given them a bad rep. O well.
In my old 05 Legacy GT(2.5liter turbo SEDAN) I used to love having them play games like trying to get in front of me in merging lanes or thinking I was a "easy pass" on the highway. They all quickly learned that their cars were NOT as fast as they thought. Actually two dropped theirs to get other cars(Evo9 and a 335i).
Now I know my **** aint fast but little kids thinking their ANYTHING is fast and runnign their mouths deserve a little dose of reality time to time.




