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Had four encounters over the weekend, two of which were races. So here goes:

1. Was on my way to a friends house with one passenger in the car sitting at a redlight getting ready to turn left. This old body Camaro RS (?), you know the kind that people with mullets always have on blocks in their front yard with long grass growing wildly around, pull up behind me and starts revving the **** out of his engine. Im just like OK, so I reached back and turned on the nawz. The light turns green and I jump over into the right lane and take up to about 4 grand in second waiting on mullet master to get beside me. He comes flying up trying to do a ricer flyby so I hit the switch and and gassed it. I shut down at about 70 as I had at least 3 cars on him. Dont know what those cars are capable of or if he was just trying to get a rise out of me because I absolutely whored him. He proceeded to fly by me flipping me off as he drove past. I would like to think he was trying but who knows.

2. This was just a friendly joke race more than anything. Me vs an old *** SUV, I think it was a Blazer of maybe an old 4 Runner. The guy was a friend of a friend. He had three passengers to my one. We went from a dead stop, I shut down at about 45 because I really didnt see him and we were going to different places, both turning in opposite directions at the end of the road. Not much to boast about, just some fun.

3. This story is completely race unrelated but really just pissed me off. I drove about 45 minutes to where I grew up, as a lot of my friends were there because of school being out. One of my friends called up and said the night before there was some kid in an ITR running around saying he had the tytest car in the world and noone could beat him. I was pretty sure it wasnt a real type R, and the motor it did have was stock, I believe an LS. So anyways I drove all the way down, he never showed up and I had to drive all the way back. But I was on this back road on the way back, one lane in each direction 55 mph speed limit. There was a guy in a work looking truck doing about 45ish, so I went to pass him and as soon as my front bumper got even with his, the bastage flipped on his brights and left them on until he turned about a half mile up the road. So I got to stare at bright lights for about a minute. Really pissed me off!

4. Me and a few friends stopped at a gas station last night to grab something to eat. We pulled in and there was an old *** Nissan Sentra or something lowered, and exhaust getting gas. So I park right in front of the door. A couple of us are standing outside talking and the Nissan pulls up. The passenger says "whats under the hood", I told him I was running nitrous, he says "I dont mean nitrous" kinda smartass. So Im like all the bolt ons, "intake, header, exhaust". So he kinda shakes his head and says "1.6 or 2.0 litre?" And then I said "Last time I checked Honda didnt make a 2.0 litre 7thgen coupe." and he said my bad. And them the little bastard said, "you know what an sr20 is?" i said yeah, and he said they were running one. I was like BS, you wanna run? And he told me to meet him at Preston, which is a HIGHLY conjested area always swarming with cops where all the little ricers hang out and do burnouts in their stock civics on the weekend. I said Prestons too hot, and they yelled **** as they drove off.

Sorry for the long post, just my weekends experiences.