Bro...cool story.I love me a clean Grand National. Ultimate sleeper car because honestly not alot of people know about them, especially the new generation of car enthusiasts. They look heavy, cumbersome, and brutish but they can be made stupid fast.
My friend was in his WRX messing with people, hes kind of a stupid kid. Anyway, we were on state street which is a common "streetdrag" street (I DO NOT support "street racing" btw, and my friend knows it and will do it just to piss me off sometimes). Anway, he had beaten a few Civics and thought he was hot stuff. We pulled up next to a black GN with tinted windows. He was like "lets smoke this grandpa car!" I sat there quietly smiling, because I knew very well that it was not in fact a grandpa car.
So light goes green, my friend stomps on it, and I don't even think the GN noticed us until we took off like that, and then the guy was like "oh no you dont" because suddenly our ears are popping from the sound of a wide open turbo V6 and the guy flies by like we were standing still. My friend yells WHOALY SH-! and I'm just sitting there laughing.