Well, left the ******* Texan last night with a couple friends and we come to the light to turn out (they in a 350Z) and this E46 M3 come next to them. We are on a three lane road with the M3 in the far left and my buddy in the middle and me behind him. Light turns green and the M3 takes off like a bat out of hell because I guess he thought my buddy (who doesn't race his 350Z) wanted to race. He gets way out ahead and then hits his flashers for some reason. My buddy calls and says, "Did you see that?" I told him yes and to move over for the next light, . I flash my brights to get his attention, he hits his flashers again, .

We come to a stop sign and he looks over like the ricer he is (with his girl riding shotty) and hits it, I do the same and yank half a car on him halfway into 2nd. At about 90 or so he has about a car and a half on me. He hits his flashers (again) and we go on our way to get some late night food.

By the way, I was in my '93 5.0 Coupe, 5 speed, CAI, exhaust and 3.73s on shitty street radials on a big/skinny setup. Dyno'd 192rwhp/270rwtq, . I had JUST gotten the gears put in last week and finally got to put them to use.

So Mr. M3, if you are reading this, you beat a 192rwhp car and not by much. Had I been in the SS, you'd have gotten your **** pushed in. That is all.

 

That is great! Nice death in the ol' 5.0.