I got my L a few weeks ago and have never got the chance to race anyone. But today my mom asked me to take her to the grocery store, and I obliged because the only thing better I had to do was sit on here and read posts all day.
On the way home there is a highway that runs through part of my town, but it has occasional stop lights. While I was at one of the stop lights I was in the right lane, behind 1 car, while the left lane stayed open. As the light turned green, I hear a "fart cannon" incoming. It was an RX8, and as it passed me he wanted to let me know how tough he was and revved at me. To which my mom replied "That was pointless...Can you beat that car in a race?" and I just stared at her and nodded, and she just smiled at me. Which was all I needed to know she was giving me permission to show this kid how lame his car really is. There was still no one in the left lane, so I switched lanes and caught up to him pretty quickly. I got back in the right lane, and as soon as we were even I could hear him down shift. We were going ~35mph, which is a HUGE dead zone for my truck because it still isn't tuned. I looked over at him, to shaggy haired kid wearing a beanie in the summer, who couldn't have been older than 16. He refused to look over at me so I just looked forward too. But right as I looked forward he took off, so I floored it. I pulled a car length on him almost instantly, and as soon as I hit 50mph, my truck took off and put about 6 on him before my mom made me slow down.
I'm only 18, so I'm not too much older than this kid, but I'm not running around revving my engine at cars. I just thought it would be a good story to share since my mom was with me, and condoned my illegal street race.
On the way home there is a highway that runs through part of my town, but it has occasional stop lights. While I was at one of the stop lights I was in the right lane, behind 1 car, while the left lane stayed open. As the light turned green, I hear a "fart cannon" incoming. It was an RX8, and as it passed me he wanted to let me know how tough he was and revved at me. To which my mom replied "That was pointless...Can you beat that car in a race?" and I just stared at her and nodded, and she just smiled at me. Which was all I needed to know she was giving me permission to show this kid how lame his car really is. There was still no one in the left lane, so I switched lanes and caught up to him pretty quickly. I got back in the right lane, and as soon as we were even I could hear him down shift. We were going ~35mph, which is a HUGE dead zone for my truck because it still isn't tuned. I looked over at him, to shaggy haired kid wearing a beanie in the summer, who couldn't have been older than 16. He refused to look over at me so I just looked forward too. But right as I looked forward he took off, so I floored it. I pulled a car length on him almost instantly, and as soon as I hit 50mph, my truck took off and put about 6 on him before my mom made me slow down.
I'm only 18, so I'm not too much older than this kid, but I'm not running around revving my engine at cars. I just thought it would be a good story to share since my mom was with me, and condoned my illegal street race.