Sick03Vert
Banned
So I was cruising along the Mexican highway last night on my way home from going to Tijuana for some authentic Mexican cuisine and a sombrero.
As I'm entering the deserted highway (it really was deserted...1a.m.) I see a C4 Corvette driving along. I can hear it as it goes by...loud exhaust. I'd guess long tubes, no cats, and a single chamber setup. Right as I get on the highway, he takes off. Thus begins that mental debate of chase or no. My right foot decides to interrupt my brain and mash itself to the floor, ending the discussion.
As I pull alongside him, he decides to take off again. I despise the "Chase is a Race" ricer crap, so I let him go. He obviously notices I'm not taking the bait, so he slows back down and I pull up alongside again.
I signal for him to slow to 40, but he wants 60. I figure ok...whatever. Not ideal, but screw it. However, the second I downshift he takes off. I shift up and wait for him to get back alongside again, figuring one more chance to get shit right or I'm just going to go on my way.
This time, he actually decides to wait for me to honk it. On three, we both nail it. Unfortunately for me, even at 60, traction control kicked in and totally killed me. I just watched him walk about two cars out...of course I let out when I realized my mistake.
So, flipped the TC off and caught back up. He gives me a thumbs up like I actually tried. L.O.L. I holler at him to give me a 40 run now, and he obliges. We both shift down and again I honk it off. This time, I have my shit together. I instantly put a 1/2 - 1 car on him and shift to third. That's when I realize my 555's are going to be little bitches and not hook. I spin'em, and the ass end tries to get out of shape but I stay in it and wrestle the car straight. Shifting to fourth, I have him by 2-3 cars. Again, my tires spin (Son of a bitch! :mj
as I shift up, but I stay in it and keep her straight. I let out at 120ish...4-5 cars on him.
He comes up next to me and gives me a thumbs up, which I return. Then he signals for one more....so I oblige.
We go again from 40....this time to around 130ish. Same results as before...5-6 cars this time I got him by. We exchanged thumbs up and went on our own separate ways.
It was cool to see a Vette guy in his early 20's who wasn't a total asshole. Definitely the exception to the rule.
Anyway, that's my story...it was fun...except for the lack of traction on my damn near new tires. Shit.:cuss:
*CLIFFS: C4 Corvette with unknown mods. 1st race, Cobra had traction control issues. 2nd and 3rd race from 40-120ish...Cobra by 5-6 cars approximately. Nitto 555's hate humidity...apparently.
As I'm entering the deserted highway (it really was deserted...1a.m.) I see a C4 Corvette driving along. I can hear it as it goes by...loud exhaust. I'd guess long tubes, no cats, and a single chamber setup. Right as I get on the highway, he takes off. Thus begins that mental debate of chase or no. My right foot decides to interrupt my brain and mash itself to the floor, ending the discussion.
As I pull alongside him, he decides to take off again. I despise the "Chase is a Race" ricer crap, so I let him go. He obviously notices I'm not taking the bait, so he slows back down and I pull up alongside again.
I signal for him to slow to 40, but he wants 60. I figure ok...whatever. Not ideal, but screw it. However, the second I downshift he takes off. I shift up and wait for him to get back alongside again, figuring one more chance to get shit right or I'm just going to go on my way.
This time, he actually decides to wait for me to honk it. On three, we both nail it. Unfortunately for me, even at 60, traction control kicked in and totally killed me. I just watched him walk about two cars out...of course I let out when I realized my mistake.
So, flipped the TC off and caught back up. He gives me a thumbs up like I actually tried. L.O.L. I holler at him to give me a 40 run now, and he obliges. We both shift down and again I honk it off. This time, I have my shit together. I instantly put a 1/2 - 1 car on him and shift to third. That's when I realize my 555's are going to be little bitches and not hook. I spin'em, and the ass end tries to get out of shape but I stay in it and wrestle the car straight. Shifting to fourth, I have him by 2-3 cars. Again, my tires spin (Son of a bitch! :mj
as I shift up, but I stay in it and keep her straight. I let out at 120ish...4-5 cars on him. He comes up next to me and gives me a thumbs up, which I return. Then he signals for one more....so I oblige.
We go again from 40....this time to around 130ish. Same results as before...5-6 cars this time I got him by. We exchanged thumbs up and went on our own separate ways.
It was cool to see a Vette guy in his early 20's who wasn't a total asshole. Definitely the exception to the rule.
Anyway, that's my story...it was fun...except for the lack of traction on my damn near new tires. Shit.:cuss:
*CLIFFS: C4 Corvette with unknown mods. 1st race, Cobra had traction control issues. 2nd and 3rd race from 40-120ish...Cobra by 5-6 cars approximately. Nitto 555's hate humidity...apparently.
