No video of either encounter but with spring break being in full swing in my town of beautiful Destin, Florida there have been all sorts of interesting encounters over the past few weeks. However, the two i'm about to tell you about make me laugh a bit since I went from a 800 plus horsepower cobra to now my speed fix for the time being is in an FX2 Ecoboost F150 with minimal mods.
So let's get started.
First up, my truck is used for my business which is in short a swimming pool company. It's always loaded with a few hundred pounds of chemicals and equipment in the back as well as a portable vacuum that looks like R2D2 hanging off my trailer hitch. My mods are short and sweet. It's a Livernois 93 octane tuned truck with plugs and filter. Similar trucks have been mid to low 13's with just those mods. Not fast by any means but will certainly surprise the unsuspecting 12 sec car if they aren't ready for what's in store from a stop light encounter.
This brings me to my first encounter. I was pulling up to the front of a stop light where a 13 white 5.0 manual with 3 spring breaker guys all spring breaker douched out were sitting with their windows down thinking they were in the ****ing bat mobile or something. I was anticipating the light turning green and rolling the **** out to see if they wanted to play after my truck would shoot out like a cannon. Light turns green and a damn mini van does a U turn and totally foils my plan, however it moves over and I continue to leave a little hard. The 5.0 sees me and pins it about 5 cars back, not really making up any ground whatsoever. This brings us to another redlight where we both are front row with a solid half mile of nothing till the next light... perfect. They at this point are asking me what's in that damn thing, which I explain a slightly modded v6... then one of the guys spouts off horse power numbers of my truck and i'm like yea yea that's stock etc... I'm a little over that (white lie), I ask them to go when the light turns green and let them know I won't be flooring it as hard as I can at first so my pool pole won't fly out the back (has happened while racing a supercharged 2v bullet that got it's feeling hurt as well)... They look at me like, "yea keep smoking crack buddy we are in a goddamned 5.****ing0. I'm slow spooling, traction control is turned off. Light turns green, I leave instantly to a full car, 5.0 spins and starts getting a little fishy and he's by no means giving me an easy race and stays in it. At this point i'm watching his nose dive down with each gear he's shifting as im just strolling along thinking about how ****ing shocked they are going to be when they pull back up, I shut it down just under 100 with the stang about 2-3 cars back and not really coming back on my close to 6000lb loaded down pool rig. They pull back up to me in utter shock, "holy ****" is the response... I'm like it's pretty peppy... "**** yea it is" and then I roll window up and continue on with my pool route grinning ear to ear.
Few days later in the same area a 11+ v6 stang plastidipped to hell and back with dark tint and a d bag driving like he's a mother ****ing formula 1 driver through traffic and I get stopped at a light, front row. I'm not really sure if he's going to go or not considering I caught him and am a pool truck... but one law of d bags is they will race anything or floor it anywhere so i'm awaiting his decision to get the dick or not when this light turns green... of course he wants the dick and nails it from a stop. I follow suit, stop his pull and start to yank him when I smash on the brakes just as I get past him at the speed limit to let him know I don't even need to speed to pass your slow ass. He started driving like a normal slow turd after ole girl just cranked it down the back of his throat real nice and hard.
That is all...
I can't wait to be back in something I think is "fast" ...:rockon:
So let's get started.
First up, my truck is used for my business which is in short a swimming pool company. It's always loaded with a few hundred pounds of chemicals and equipment in the back as well as a portable vacuum that looks like R2D2 hanging off my trailer hitch. My mods are short and sweet. It's a Livernois 93 octane tuned truck with plugs and filter. Similar trucks have been mid to low 13's with just those mods. Not fast by any means but will certainly surprise the unsuspecting 12 sec car if they aren't ready for what's in store from a stop light encounter.
This brings me to my first encounter. I was pulling up to the front of a stop light where a 13 white 5.0 manual with 3 spring breaker guys all spring breaker douched out were sitting with their windows down thinking they were in the ****ing bat mobile or something. I was anticipating the light turning green and rolling the **** out to see if they wanted to play after my truck would shoot out like a cannon. Light turns green and a damn mini van does a U turn and totally foils my plan, however it moves over and I continue to leave a little hard. The 5.0 sees me and pins it about 5 cars back, not really making up any ground whatsoever. This brings us to another redlight where we both are front row with a solid half mile of nothing till the next light... perfect. They at this point are asking me what's in that damn thing, which I explain a slightly modded v6... then one of the guys spouts off horse power numbers of my truck and i'm like yea yea that's stock etc... I'm a little over that (white lie), I ask them to go when the light turns green and let them know I won't be flooring it as hard as I can at first so my pool pole won't fly out the back (has happened while racing a supercharged 2v bullet that got it's feeling hurt as well)... They look at me like, "yea keep smoking crack buddy we are in a goddamned 5.****ing0. I'm slow spooling, traction control is turned off. Light turns green, I leave instantly to a full car, 5.0 spins and starts getting a little fishy and he's by no means giving me an easy race and stays in it. At this point i'm watching his nose dive down with each gear he's shifting as im just strolling along thinking about how ****ing shocked they are going to be when they pull back up, I shut it down just under 100 with the stang about 2-3 cars back and not really coming back on my close to 6000lb loaded down pool rig. They pull back up to me in utter shock, "holy ****" is the response... I'm like it's pretty peppy... "**** yea it is" and then I roll window up and continue on with my pool route grinning ear to ear.
Few days later in the same area a 11+ v6 stang plastidipped to hell and back with dark tint and a d bag driving like he's a mother ****ing formula 1 driver through traffic and I get stopped at a light, front row. I'm not really sure if he's going to go or not considering I caught him and am a pool truck... but one law of d bags is they will race anything or floor it anywhere so i'm awaiting his decision to get the dick or not when this light turns green... of course he wants the dick and nails it from a stop. I follow suit, stop his pull and start to yank him when I smash on the brakes just as I get past him at the speed limit to let him know I don't even need to speed to pass your slow ass. He started driving like a normal slow turd after ole girl just cranked it down the back of his throat real nice and hard.
That is all...
I can't wait to be back in something I think is "fast" ...:rockon:
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