And It begins...


As many of you know from my previous kill post (1-8-7 in the community college parking lot) I recently was the victor in a gentlemenly speed competition. Where I was called out first by this guy's ignorant (but highly sexy) girlfriend, and then by him. In that race, if you recall, this particular mustang owner was taught the difference between power gaining mods versus having flashy rims, and speed shop stickers. As a result he made himself the victim of a merciless slaying by yours truly.


The Rematch: Well after that set of races and series of miss-fire excuses, he came back this time with a vengence, which was highlighted by the recent addition of a "NO FEAR" decal added to his upper windshield. He had become enraged due to my numerous but unfortunately failed attempts to court his girlfriend. A week went by and I skipped out earlier than the agreed upon race date, which of course made me "a giant ******* *****" at least according to my mustang driving opponent, Mark, and his blonde counterpart (whom I still intend to have way with).

So today I was walking back to my car from my photography class, the time was approximately 8:30, the air was humid, with a sky threatening rain. As I approached I notice him standing there, all five foot nothing of him, arms crossed, pissed expression, leaning against the fender of his stang. "Where were you on thursday?" he inquires harshly of me.
"Mark... I had better things to do. but you are here now so if you still want it, you got it pal." He continues his glare on me, but I can see a new found nervousness in his eye. "Did you figure out what was wrong with it?" I ask still not trying to be this kids enemy. He claims he had, a loose plug, which I am more than convinced took him a trip to midas and 150 dollars to figure out. "So are you ready to race?" He asks and of course I am, I had been to the track the previous weekend, and hadn't bothered to remove my d/r's. We line up, and I tell him to honk off, his girlfriend is no where in sight, and I hadn't bothered to ask him where she was.

We both pull up to the far rear of the parking lot, which is mostly empty except for a few cars, belonging to faculty. He honks off before even checking to see if I'm ready and has an immediate lead on me. which lasts till about the top of first (6,200rpm) as I close second, my rear gets squirrely as **** and I throttle off to regain, and he is up on me again, I lightly/ half it, into the peak of 2nds power, and pass him, in my opinion in closer proximity than I should have, and he pulls right thinking I might hit him. I continue forward, he is no longer in my field of vision. I get to the end just weasling it into forth as I hit the brakes, and watch the rpm's sink down. I look behind me, he's on the grass or a parking lot island, which has two large dirt tracks leading to his rear wheels. Apparently I startled him enough to hop a curb. And he by luck and luck only avoided hitting a teachers car.

I run over to evaluate damage. He's fine, except for being shook up (understandable of course) and he gets out to see his out of round 18's. I talking out of freaking out, reminding him that insurance will cover it, just as the campus security ascends on us. Mace drawn, ready for the wild shoot out (joking, but they were seriously pissed off). They yell at him mostly saying that "this not a race track" "we could have killed someone" (despite the lot's abandoned status) and that "the mustang driver would be liable to pay for the damages done to school property. They allowed us both to leave without alerting the REAL police, on the condition that this never happen on the grounds again and that I cease from brining my car to the lot. Apparently I already had multiple calls made to them for driving with illegal and obnoxious, I agree.

I drive slowly out of the lot, as a triple A hooker pulls up the road leading in. I feel bad for Mark, I sincerely do... He owns a mustang, and now it isn't even a nice one.

until next time... Let the excuses flow like syrup over pancakes

NICE ONE BROTHAA

 

I lost traction due to a damp lot and improper street tires, live and learn right?

 

Lol, funny story but I do feel bad for mark. It doesnt matter what kind of ride someone has, it always sucks when that happens to a car somebody takes pride in.

 

haha you are god dam good at telling stories my friend. i felt like i was there lol. poor guy. good kill as always

 

Yea, that does suck. Does he now realize his car isn't all mighty? Or did he make more excuses.

 

He ran up the curb because he was watching you in his rearview mirror and didn't have his eyes on the road.....

 

Nice story. How high does his car sit. I know you said his rims are 18". I dont even think my car could fit over curb, maybe if I was moving fast enough I could get stuck on top of one.

Nice kill

 

Seriously... you were doing this in a parking lot? I mean good kill but come on...

 

big parking lot I guess...

 

It's the colleges main parking lot, and it's off season whats unbelievable about

 

They are those triangulated curbs, that have a upward slope. i'm sure there was probably some ground effect damage from the hop. It was getting dark and with threats of the FBI CIA LAPD and whatever else those campus/ mall security guys could fish up, i figured hanging around to be an impractical idea. However I am sure that at least his Mach1 style chin spoiler was damaged as I did notice plastic fragments on the grass around the car, but it was the bent rim that mostly caught my attention. I may try calling him later this week and find out how he is doing, and his car.

For the record: He isn't a bad guy, He just is way too cocky, and a novice driver. If he allows me, I will try and get him up to speed with proper modifications

 

No kidding...thats gotta be a giant parking lot. I honestly can't think I've ever seen a parking lot big enough that I'd be comfortable to get a decent run in with enough room to shut it down. Call him out to a deserted actual road next time and put some distance on him and maybe he'll give up the idea.

I didn't think No Fear was still around

 

Good thing it wasnt the track. He'd have hit the wall!!

 

Ok what the **** does 1-8-7 mean. is it a face or what cuz since the first thread I can't ******* figure it out and I'm getting pissed.



Dan

 

4TH GEAR???? HUGE ******* PARKING LOT >>I WOULD HOPE

 

That really sucks. Poor dude.

 

damn you are outa date huh? 1-8-7 is the police code for murder IIRC it might be a murdered cop, but i always see it is a kill / death.

 

I liked the last kill story better as it had **** in it!!

Too bad for Mark though. It sucks when you do that to your car even if it is a Mustang.

 

Nice kill. It is really too bad about the dude's car tho. I know what i would be doing if that was my car. -->

 

Guys It's easily a 800 foot long parking lot, and I only hit forth as I tried to explain because I couldn't see him so I assumed the race was pretty much over, I guess thats what I tried to say when I said weaseled it in. I was seriously at half gas from the beginning of second on. If I had been on the throttle the whole time I wouldn't have touched third gear. The first race ended just as thirds area was approaching. Hope that clears up the length of the lot questions, and my hitting fourth inquiries.

I know this was no where near as exciting as the first post, I find that it can be difficult to make the truth live up to the hype. However in my defense I tried to produce the most interesting format for this story that i could based on actual events and not relying on my fully perverse mind. I try to deliver, first with sex appeal and now with carnage. Come on sex and destruction where did I lose your interest.

I wish I had a faster car so I could have stories like this to tell, I don't. But I figure theres enough idiots out there to make my car appear to have rocket ship speed.