sometimes a little gas brings a smile to a guy with frosted tip's face. Im headed back from wal mart at 1am, with a cold and tylenol pm in the passenger seat. Its only 3 blocks away. As i turn left out of the complex some car goes wide and gets next to me in the turn. first i get excited, maybe it's something cool. Nope, chevy malibu with two 20 somethings looking over at my car. They speed up, then pace me, and i start laughing. "you cant be serious, not worth it on this street for that." but they sit next to me, looking over. so i drop to third and hammer it, running up to 60 in a few seconds thanks to the cold air. hit the brakes the pull up with a hang loose sign and a lit cig dangling. Wasnt so much a race as it was a bone for a guy with slow car who's obviously an enthusiast. Oh the people you find at wal mart at 1am.
oh and last night i ran an r32 from 45 to about 65, but it was boosted so holy crap it sounded insane and pulled like paris hilton running from a job application.