(this all takes place in a mysterious dream world where there is no po po and street racing is allowed. it wasn't on Earth and it really didn't happen.)
So, I'm coming down 119S just cruisin around and going home after I took a few pics. I'm about 1/2 mile before a light on a 4-lane road. For those of you that know the area, it's where Sheetz, Davies Ford, Rte 982 intersect.
As I'm MMOB in the right lane, a blue S197 with 18" fan blades pulls out into the right lane... not really in front of me, but whatever. The light then turns red and I was just going to pull up behind him. The left lane was totally clear, so at the last moment, I think (like all of us), "4uck it... let's see what he got!" As I pull up, I notice the Mark Martin plate holder and I realize that I seen this guy about two weeks ago when I was at lunch in my Escape (spraying the poor thing off at the car wash). He was in the next stall USING THE BRUSH at the car wash. I remember thinking WTF? That day, when he pulled out, I was right behind him and I followed him around C'ville on 119N because it was a nice day and a nice car. I was thinking, "Man, this guy doesn't know how to drive a stick." He was really notchy and jerky.
So, back to today... after I realize it's the guy who I think can't drive a stick I'm not going to go balls out right from the green. Light turns green, I take it easy and it seems like he was trying to get on it. Winds 1st out then kinda stumbles to get it into second. Well, this pizzed me off and made me laugh at the same time. I was just cruising next to him in 2nd so I ran it up to 6K through 4th and put about 17 aircraft carrier lengths on him. I was willing to go all the way through Connellsville at 120MPH just to prove a point like a ricer, but after he missed 2nd (???) I think he gave up.
Oh well, it would've been a good race with a driver in the other car. Stock S197 3,500 lbs with 260-270hp at the wheels against 3,250 lbs with 240-250hp and 3.73.
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