Just about the only race I can get nowadays...
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Just about the only race I can get nowadays...
Heading out to lunch to my favorite local taco shop, I happened to find myself at one of those lights that just scream, "Lets see who has the faster car.." 2 lanes going into the light, 1 lane coming out the back. I used to dread these lights, as everything short of a 87 Buick LeSabre would kick my *** in the old vic. But now that I have some sort of power under the hood, I look forward to these rare, but delicious morsels of street design.
The light still glowing green ahead as I made my left turn onto the side street, I eased into 3rd hoping I would be able to catch a yellow. As my luck would have it, the amber beacon of ensuing gas squandering appeared in the near distance as I shuffled a lane to my right to get into position. But where was my competition? Just my luck, a perfectly empty road ahead and nobody beside me to share it with. I gave a little sigh and looked at my gas gauge which was starting to dip below the 1/4 mark. Eh.. 91 octane is still hovering around 2.65, I dont need to be wasting more gas at those kind of prices.
But whats this!?! A pair of headlights pulling out from one of the corporate offices behind me! God dammit... just a Rav-4, joy. Having taken the right lane already, the driver puttered his way across into the left lane and pulled along side me. He was a man in his mid 40's who apparently found me rather fascinating for he couldnt take his bird eyes off me, slowly creeping forward the entire time.
I never understood the purpose of a staredown, but a$$hole gene kicked into full gear, and I gave him my best, "You are in a rav-4, but if you want to make out with me, all you have to do is ask." look and casually slipped it into 1st. Yea, I dont know what that look is either, but it surely pisses people off.
By now, he had almost half a car on me and was pulling some serious muscles in his neck to maintain his chubby inducing stare (What? Uhhh.). I guess he finally realized he was halfway into the crosswalk and put the brakes on a few inches short of the furthest white line. Now this light loves to waste everyones time and stay red for those awesome ghost cars you keep reading about. I was growing impatient as was Mr. Sex in the Rav-4, and again he found himself inching forward ever so slightly.
Oh thank god, this damn clutch is killing my leg... The opposing lights finally shift and I start to tense. I dont know why.. its a friggin Rav-4, I know I have this in the bag, but the pre-race jitters always get ahold of me.
The light finally shifts green and being the nice guy I am, let him take the lead while I bring the revs of to acceptable lauching levels. 1k.. 2k-boost starts to build, 3.5k boost is holding at 9psi, the max allowed in 1st gear by the ECU, 4k and finally 5k. Mr. Nutbutter is now 2/3 of the way across the intersection, two hands on the wheel, mashing that slush box for all its worth.
The clutch makes its way out and a quickened pace, feeling the full effect of launching under full boost. No chirp, no squeal, just my Azenis planted to the road belting out traction as I climb the top of a very short 1st gear. Pssssstt. Into 2nd i've reclaimed all he has taken by the other side of the intersection. Still sitting in full boost, 2nd gear goes by quickly as well as I near the top side of 60mph. Psssst! 3rd comes as the boost rises to is max of 13.5psi on the stock ECU. 2nd gear managed to put 4 cars on the tired Rav-4, but once again that pesky a$$hole gene was still in full effect, so reeling in 3rd gear was not out of the picture.
The speedo nearing 85mph, I think Ive got the point across and drop the clutch in and let her bleed out some speed on her own. Looking back at the buslengths I put on him, I smiled to myself, giddy like a school girl. Sure, I dont think you can even call it a race, but i'll take whatever I can get nowadays.
The light still glowing green ahead as I made my left turn onto the side street, I eased into 3rd hoping I would be able to catch a yellow. As my luck would have it, the amber beacon of ensuing gas squandering appeared in the near distance as I shuffled a lane to my right to get into position. But where was my competition? Just my luck, a perfectly empty road ahead and nobody beside me to share it with. I gave a little sigh and looked at my gas gauge which was starting to dip below the 1/4 mark. Eh.. 91 octane is still hovering around 2.65, I dont need to be wasting more gas at those kind of prices.
But whats this!?! A pair of headlights pulling out from one of the corporate offices behind me! God dammit... just a Rav-4, joy. Having taken the right lane already, the driver puttered his way across into the left lane and pulled along side me. He was a man in his mid 40's who apparently found me rather fascinating for he couldnt take his bird eyes off me, slowly creeping forward the entire time.
I never understood the purpose of a staredown, but a$$hole gene kicked into full gear, and I gave him my best, "You are in a rav-4, but if you want to make out with me, all you have to do is ask." look and casually slipped it into 1st. Yea, I dont know what that look is either, but it surely pisses people off.
By now, he had almost half a car on me and was pulling some serious muscles in his neck to maintain his chubby inducing stare (What? Uhhh.). I guess he finally realized he was halfway into the crosswalk and put the brakes on a few inches short of the furthest white line. Now this light loves to waste everyones time and stay red for those awesome ghost cars you keep reading about. I was growing impatient as was Mr. Sex in the Rav-4, and again he found himself inching forward ever so slightly.
Oh thank god, this damn clutch is killing my leg... The opposing lights finally shift and I start to tense. I dont know why.. its a friggin Rav-4, I know I have this in the bag, but the pre-race jitters always get ahold of me.
The light finally shifts green and being the nice guy I am, let him take the lead while I bring the revs of to acceptable lauching levels. 1k.. 2k-boost starts to build, 3.5k boost is holding at 9psi, the max allowed in 1st gear by the ECU, 4k and finally 5k. Mr. Nutbutter is now 2/3 of the way across the intersection, two hands on the wheel, mashing that slush box for all its worth.
The clutch makes its way out and a quickened pace, feeling the full effect of launching under full boost. No chirp, no squeal, just my Azenis planted to the road belting out traction as I climb the top of a very short 1st gear. Pssssstt. Into 2nd i've reclaimed all he has taken by the other side of the intersection. Still sitting in full boost, 2nd gear goes by quickly as well as I near the top side of 60mph. Psssst! 3rd comes as the boost rises to is max of 13.5psi on the stock ECU. 2nd gear managed to put 4 cars on the tired Rav-4, but once again that pesky a$$hole gene was still in full effect, so reeling in 3rd gear was not out of the picture.
The speedo nearing 85mph, I think Ive got the point across and drop the clutch in and let her bleed out some speed on her own. Looking back at the buslengths I put on him, I smiled to myself, giddy like a school girl. Sure, I dont think you can even call it a race, but i'll take whatever I can get nowadays.
for the.....free murder? 
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Rep Power: 0 good story, but you better be careful with those rav 4's. A guy I worked with actually had a turbo Rav 4. Not sure how fast it was and neither was he. He had bought from some kid and just used it to go back and forth to work. Kinda a waste of a good sleeper. I'm sure it wasn't that quick though.
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