The Contenders: 99-01 Cobra, 2003+ WRX STI, 2002 WS6
I've hit a drought. A racing drought. It's not that no one wants to race, it's that there isn't anybody to race, period. I've seen a few cars that I'd love to run, including an Anniversary Terminator, but they are always on the wrong side of the road or the conditions are not quite right. The street racing gods apparently have somthing against me. Perhaps it's because I made out with Tireosynus (goddess of traction) that one time we got drunk at Airysines' (god of cold induction) party and Chanceoclus (god of racing opputunities, Tireosynus' boyfriend) is still pissed off at me. Well dude, it's not my fault, you should have been at the party with your woman, Nitrophlus and I made sure to send you an invitation so get over it. That said, on the off chance that I do see someone worthy of racing, I usually make an effort to persuade them into a competition of epic proportions (race).
Last week. 10-11pm.
I'm on I-95 driving home from a horrendous day at work. Imagine the worst day you've ever had at work, and then apply it to me. It probably wasn't much worse, I'm not going to oversell it or anything. So I'm on I-95 going about 75 when I pass a black Mustang and, like I always do, I scan the emblems. There's a snake on the fender. I've never been so happy to see a snake in my life, aside from that time I found my lost pet python in the Everglades, but with none of the sadness of realizing that my beloved pet had erupted after trying to consume a 6 foot crocodilian. This Snake was similar, because it wanted to bite off more than he could chew; he sounded stock. I follow him for a few miles until the road straightens out and opens up, then I made my move. I downshift to 4th at about 80, putting me at a stomach bursting 4k rpms and then swim up along side him. I stayed for a few seconds, not thinking he was going to bite when I hear it.
Silence. (calm before the strike)
*click* (the unhinging of the jaw)
The Snake stomps it with it's mouth agape, I return the attack and thwart his efforts to pull ahead by showing him my doors and then my rear quarter panel. The Snake continues...100mph...110mph....he's struggling to keep up and I'm ferociously clawing at the pavement for ever inch between me and the Serpent when he finally gives and my hindquarters erupt from his belly in a 1 car victory at about 120mph.
Today. 9am.
I'm driving to school this morning and as I'm pulling out from my neighborhood I instantly catch a blue streak in my peripheral vision. It's an STI, and he is giving me the BOV salute. He is weaving in and out of traffic like a scared rabbit while I hang back and observe him from a safe venue. I track him for about 15 minutes before making a move. We're coming to a stoplight, with him slightly ahead. In a sick twist of fate the light turns green and I see the STI's haunches dig down and leap forward in all it's AWD glory. Luckily, I was still coming to a stop and doing about a 5mph roll so I nail it in first and almost instantly reel in my blue prey and devour his insides all the way up to ~60 and a 2-3 car lead before I had to let off because of traffic. After following him a little longer it turned out that we both go to the same school, and not only that, we're in the SAME CLASS. The only thing that bothered me was that he did not want to talk or anything. Well, bothered is an understatement, he blew the closet door off it's hinges so hard that it shattered and sent a melee of rainbow shaped splinters under my skin, causing me to grow even more angry. No hello, no nice run, nothing. Just a quick gathering of belongings and then a tail-between-the-legs march to and from class. Oh well.
:beer:
I've hit a drought. A racing drought. It's not that no one wants to race, it's that there isn't anybody to race, period. I've seen a few cars that I'd love to run, including an Anniversary Terminator, but they are always on the wrong side of the road or the conditions are not quite right. The street racing gods apparently have somthing against me. Perhaps it's because I made out with Tireosynus (goddess of traction) that one time we got drunk at Airysines' (god of cold induction) party and Chanceoclus (god of racing opputunities, Tireosynus' boyfriend) is still pissed off at me. Well dude, it's not my fault, you should have been at the party with your woman, Nitrophlus and I made sure to send you an invitation so get over it. That said, on the off chance that I do see someone worthy of racing, I usually make an effort to persuade them into a competition of epic proportions (race).
Last week. 10-11pm.
I'm on I-95 driving home from a horrendous day at work. Imagine the worst day you've ever had at work, and then apply it to me. It probably wasn't much worse, I'm not going to oversell it or anything. So I'm on I-95 going about 75 when I pass a black Mustang and, like I always do, I scan the emblems. There's a snake on the fender. I've never been so happy to see a snake in my life, aside from that time I found my lost pet python in the Everglades, but with none of the sadness of realizing that my beloved pet had erupted after trying to consume a 6 foot crocodilian. This Snake was similar, because it wanted to bite off more than he could chew; he sounded stock. I follow him for a few miles until the road straightens out and opens up, then I made my move. I downshift to 4th at about 80, putting me at a stomach bursting 4k rpms and then swim up along side him. I stayed for a few seconds, not thinking he was going to bite when I hear it.
Silence. (calm before the strike)
*click* (the unhinging of the jaw)
The Snake stomps it with it's mouth agape, I return the attack and thwart his efforts to pull ahead by showing him my doors and then my rear quarter panel. The Snake continues...100mph...110mph....he's struggling to keep up and I'm ferociously clawing at the pavement for ever inch between me and the Serpent when he finally gives and my hindquarters erupt from his belly in a 1 car victory at about 120mph.
Today. 9am.
I'm driving to school this morning and as I'm pulling out from my neighborhood I instantly catch a blue streak in my peripheral vision. It's an STI, and he is giving me the BOV salute. He is weaving in and out of traffic like a scared rabbit while I hang back and observe him from a safe venue. I track him for about 15 minutes before making a move. We're coming to a stoplight, with him slightly ahead. In a sick twist of fate the light turns green and I see the STI's haunches dig down and leap forward in all it's AWD glory. Luckily, I was still coming to a stop and doing about a 5mph roll so I nail it in first and almost instantly reel in my blue prey and devour his insides all the way up to ~60 and a 2-3 car lead before I had to let off because of traffic. After following him a little longer it turned out that we both go to the same school, and not only that, we're in the SAME CLASS. The only thing that bothered me was that he did not want to talk or anything. Well, bothered is an understatement, he blew the closet door off it's hinges so hard that it shattered and sent a melee of rainbow shaped splinters under my skin, causing me to grow even more angry. No hello, no nice run, nothing. Just a quick gathering of belongings and then a tail-between-the-legs march to and from class. Oh well.
:beer:
