Last night my friend and I were rolling home from the local taco bell and we were confronted by a 95ish mustang GT. He looked at me and flooded it once or twice but i ignored him for various reasons. (Limited to 7psi; Recent drag racing ticket) The GT then rolled ahead to my friend who was in his VR6 GTi. My friend took the challenge and from slow roll to about 100 he lost by about 1 car.
This is not so horrible seeing as his GTi is stock w/a chip on the way, and the stang had exhaust. The mustang rolls ahead after the race and throws the thumbs down to my friend once we were stoped at a traffic light. The stang owner then looked to me and said, "Why wouldn't you go?" I said, "I dont have the gas to waste on you." I then pulled away as the light was green.
About a mile up the road the mustang was back, and with a vengence. He rode 2 feet off my ass untill a space opened and he rolled up next to me and said, "Is that turbo?" I responded by blowing off. He lined up next to me at 45mph, still out to beat me...and i said screw it. I dropped from 4th to 2nd and simultaneously heard his exhaust roar.
Contrary to my previous assesment of the situation, i began walking away from him at an increasing rate. All the way up to around 120 where i was at least 5 cars ahead. Again, remember this is on half-boost, so i can only imagine what would happen if my car wasnt handicapped.
I think i found my new favorite runt to pick on...