1st Race
All information depicted here is merely a dramatization of a dream I had...
Ok, so I never street race. It's just not something I do. I was out driving to meet my girl to go out to eat and I was turning onto the main state road. There is a neon in front of me with no badges but dual exhaust and I hear a turbo. Automatically, I think it's a super skittle. I'm not looking to race so I go behind him rather than next to him. He had other plans, however. He's coasting at a super slow speed and I'm kinda in a hurry so it gets to me. He then changes lanes and slows next to me. I pull up and don't really antagonize as I'm not looking to run. He revs and I hear a pretty loud BOV and I can really hear the turbo. I know I'm dead already, but what the heck, right? We go back and forth and I know I'm the slower one so he gives me the jump.
We started at around 50, which wasn't smart on my part, but I just wanted it over with. Since I get the jump, it takes a bit for him to spool and pull me. He catches me at maybe 70. I hear him shift and that BOV is just screaming at me. He puts a pretty good amount of lengths on me before I let off as I'm paranoid since there's always cops on this road and cars ahead. When I let off at around 85-90, he had maybe 3 lengths on me.

Sorry for the kinda crappy story and bad representation for F-bods as this is my first race and thought I'd share. As for my car, it's a 1995 T/A A4 with no mods what-so-ever. BONE STOCK with 130,000 miles. I don't even have an intake. But I could tell he had AT LEAST exhaust, BOV, and maybe turbo.
Ok, so I never street race. It's just not something I do. I was out driving to meet my girl to go out to eat and I was turning onto the main state road. There is a neon in front of me with no badges but dual exhaust and I hear a turbo. Automatically, I think it's a super skittle. I'm not looking to race so I go behind him rather than next to him. He had other plans, however. He's coasting at a super slow speed and I'm kinda in a hurry so it gets to me. He then changes lanes and slows next to me. I pull up and don't really antagonize as I'm not looking to run. He revs and I hear a pretty loud BOV and I can really hear the turbo. I know I'm dead already, but what the heck, right? We go back and forth and I know I'm the slower one so he gives me the jump.
We started at around 50, which wasn't smart on my part, but I just wanted it over with. Since I get the jump, it takes a bit for him to spool and pull me. He catches me at maybe 70. I hear him shift and that BOV is just screaming at me. He puts a pretty good amount of lengths on me before I let off as I'm paranoid since there's always cops on this road and cars ahead. When I let off at around 85-90, he had maybe 3 lengths on me.


Sorry for the kinda crappy story and bad representation for F-bods as this is my first race and thought I'd share. As for my car, it's a 1995 T/A A4 with no mods what-so-ever. BONE STOCK with 130,000 miles. I don't even have an intake. But I could tell he had AT LEAST exhaust, BOV, and maybe turbo.

