Had a long Saturday ahead so I woke up early…..
Got into the highway at crack of dawn, not many cars on it, so I cruised with my music blasting trying to wake up. Suddenly I see this newer mustang?? Coming at me very fast when it got closer I saw the round fog lights and the little snake on the grill and I though “Damn a Shelby”. It was a dark grey with black stripes GT500 the driver an old timer on his 50s maybe. He signaled me to lower my window, I did. He yells
*Nice wheels you got in there boy? Stock?*
“Cold air intake the rest stock”
*You wanna go for it?*
“Sure let’s go”
We slowed down at around 40mph and hit it. Happened what I knew it was going to happen: my front bumper suddenly was almost by his mirror and he kept going, but to my surprise wasn’t blowing my doors off like I thought it would. We got to around 85mph and my bumper was still on his rear quarter panel.
He gave me a smug face and thumbs up and we went on our separate ways, I was pleasantly surprised, I though surely that he was going to destroy me but he didn’t.
Later that afternoon…
I got a call from my co-worker his Ford truck was in the shop so he needed a ride to a trade show we had, he had been in my car once on the city and kept telling me that I should get rid of my “pusstang” because are girl’s cars to buy a new Camaro SS, which to his knowledge is the best damn car ever and fast as hell.
We got in the highway and while trying to show him how to use the damn GPS on my phone we got next to this nice 93 Cobra we cruised side to side for a while but I wasn’t interested on racing neither did him: too much traffic; however, the driver of this brand new (still had paper plates) yellow Camaro SS convertible seen us and REALLY wanted to race, he was weaving thru traffic trying to get next to us rev’ing his engine and all that.
They guy in the 93 cobra bailed out and took his exit so it was me and the Camaro, my co-worker of course egged me on to race him “so I can get my butt whooped” he said, I signaled the guy in the SS to follow me and we exited to a toll way in Mexico with no traffic. I really didn’t know what was going to happen I have never raced a new Camaro… so we slowed down honked 3 times and went for it, I could not believe what was happening by 70 I had a car and him by 90 almost 2 cars, we slowed down at a 100mph he just waved and left, obviously he wasn’t very happy and my co-worker’s face was a poem. He hasn’t criticized my car again and I have not heard anything about a Camaro at work… good times good times.
Got into the highway at crack of dawn, not many cars on it, so I cruised with my music blasting trying to wake up. Suddenly I see this newer mustang?? Coming at me very fast when it got closer I saw the round fog lights and the little snake on the grill and I though “Damn a Shelby”. It was a dark grey with black stripes GT500 the driver an old timer on his 50s maybe. He signaled me to lower my window, I did. He yells
*Nice wheels you got in there boy? Stock?*
“Cold air intake the rest stock”
*You wanna go for it?*
“Sure let’s go”
We slowed down at around 40mph and hit it. Happened what I knew it was going to happen: my front bumper suddenly was almost by his mirror and he kept going, but to my surprise wasn’t blowing my doors off like I thought it would. We got to around 85mph and my bumper was still on his rear quarter panel.
He gave me a smug face and thumbs up and we went on our separate ways, I was pleasantly surprised, I though surely that he was going to destroy me but he didn’t.
Later that afternoon…
I got a call from my co-worker his Ford truck was in the shop so he needed a ride to a trade show we had, he had been in my car once on the city and kept telling me that I should get rid of my “pusstang” because are girl’s cars to buy a new Camaro SS, which to his knowledge is the best damn car ever and fast as hell.
We got in the highway and while trying to show him how to use the damn GPS on my phone we got next to this nice 93 Cobra we cruised side to side for a while but I wasn’t interested on racing neither did him: too much traffic; however, the driver of this brand new (still had paper plates) yellow Camaro SS convertible seen us and REALLY wanted to race, he was weaving thru traffic trying to get next to us rev’ing his engine and all that.
They guy in the 93 cobra bailed out and took his exit so it was me and the Camaro, my co-worker of course egged me on to race him “so I can get my butt whooped” he said, I signaled the guy in the SS to follow me and we exited to a toll way in Mexico with no traffic. I really didn’t know what was going to happen I have never raced a new Camaro… so we slowed down honked 3 times and went for it, I could not believe what was happening by 70 I had a car and him by 90 almost 2 cars, we slowed down at a 100mph he just waved and left, obviously he wasn’t very happy and my co-worker’s face was a poem. He hasn’t criticized my car again and I have not heard anything about a Camaro at work… good times good times.
:dw: :bs::nono:
