so last night i had just finished washing my civic. Im about to go to see T3 (sweet movie by the way) and it looks like its about to pour! I go inside and I ask my dad for a favor, he looks outside and realizes exactly what I'm thinking. "you want to take the saab?". please, i say...sure.
It's a 2001 9 5 Turbo. Pretty quick f-in car. Love it when the turbo kicks in and puts your back to the seat..
Anyways, I'm on my way home and I pull up to a completely riced out talon. huge exhuast, wing, all dented up. its probably a 93, the old body style. He revs his engine hard (i guess to let me hear his crappy intake and exhaust). Now I'm not even TRYING to race this kid bc I KNOW i will OWN him. He doesn't stop, so now I just am FORCED to teach him a lesson. I tell my passengers to make sure they are buckled up.
Green light comes, and I give him the jump....just to f*ck with him. I floor it, turbo kicks in, start flyin. (mind you this is now an on ramp to expressway, im not dumb enough to street race thru neighborhoods). Bam, second gear turbo meter is in the red. And we FLY past this kid. going about 60 in second to his 50mph in third. I start slowin down after I smoked him so he can catch up. Mind you, I have four people in this huge sedan compared to him by himself in his lightweight coupe.
Now i know the engine's weren't even close, but I just had to teach him a lesson. I think he got the point.
It's a 2001 9 5 Turbo. Pretty quick f-in car. Love it when the turbo kicks in and puts your back to the seat..
Anyways, I'm on my way home and I pull up to a completely riced out talon. huge exhuast, wing, all dented up. its probably a 93, the old body style. He revs his engine hard (i guess to let me hear his crappy intake and exhaust). Now I'm not even TRYING to race this kid bc I KNOW i will OWN him. He doesn't stop, so now I just am FORCED to teach him a lesson. I tell my passengers to make sure they are buckled up.
Green light comes, and I give him the jump....just to f*ck with him. I floor it, turbo kicks in, start flyin. (mind you this is now an on ramp to expressway, im not dumb enough to street race thru neighborhoods). Bam, second gear turbo meter is in the red. And we FLY past this kid. going about 60 in second to his 50mph in third. I start slowin down after I smoked him so he can catch up. Mind you, I have four people in this huge sedan compared to him by himself in his lightweight coupe.
Now i know the engine's weren't even close, but I just had to teach him a lesson. I think he got the point.
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