A street racing story not for the faint of heart
 

I read this in a Rat Rod forum and found it a fairly entertaining and funny read


I was driving my Geo Metro last night. Three cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on fourteen-inch rims. It's stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely washed car around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise...

I was headed back from Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast "No Cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK", when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Geo throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth my stiff upper lip.

I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. A late model Ford Festiva, could be trouble, I thought. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and school bus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure.

The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *damn* cool, hence...), the night was split with the sound of three screaming cylinders...Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole; my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke pouring from my rear tires... my differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, rear wheels juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs.

I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth... He was running a custom exhaust! Probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust... maybe even cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction... Yet still I persisted, with my three pumping cylinders singing a heady high-pitched song wound fully out though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift!

I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye. He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five-foot circle. He nosed ahead as we passed 30 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner. I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in carpet.

Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Geo roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground -
no matter, though, because my drive wheels, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva ... The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my Geo eased past him on the outside, my 185/80R14's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck-and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right.

Chevy superiority reigns!!! I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets.... Perhaps a Yugo, or maybe even a S-10

:lol_hitti

geo's are front wheel drive arnt they?

hahahahaha ROFLMAO

the triple latte comes with cinnamon???

Ya, there are some holes in that story, ya Geo's are fwd

" The old lady passing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction"

"waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink"

"and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp"

"We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour"

"the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five-foot circle"

and so many other lines just got me, looooo

wait...were we supposed to spot them??

Someone's got too much spare time, and needs to get laid.

nice :D ive had that happen with my vespa

ha ha ha ha ha, that's quite funny there Lil Bunny Boy, wanna know what's even funnyer (perhaps sad or pathertic even)?

I've been here 1yr, with 130 posts ttl = aprox 11 posts per month

You've been here 2yrs, with 3,660 posts ttl = aprox 160 posts per month

So, if I have too much spare time and need to get laid, then what does that say about you? Can you say VIRGIN!!!!!!

Maybe it's time you let go of yer mommy's apron strings, remember now, baby steps...baby steps.......but it's ok if you keep your night light on, but just for now.

If we ever meet - I'll take you to a nudie bar and treat you to yer first beer and get a girl to come over and show you what real live titties look like too.



The above is just good old fun friendly humor, no true insults intended, However, (someone correct me if I'm wrong), but I believe that Peter Cotton Tail here just got :owned:


OH SNAP - BEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ummmmm.


no.

that was ****ing great man :) thanx

You owned me, LMAO, doubt it. Good try though. :smilie_da

Worst attempt at humour........ ever.

if you really wanted to make rabbitman laugh you should have pulled down your pants :)

now thats ownage, thank you come again :D

See, that would make me laugh, but also strike me blind.:smilie_d0