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Join Date: Aug 1999
Location: mesa,az,usa
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![]() I'm going to the gym in my beater: a 2000 Tacoma. Its the small kind. its got a 2.4L 4 cyl and is a stick.
Along comes Mr. Tough Guy in his baby blue CRX with all the ricer add-ons (including 50Lbs of stickers). He has a few of his Honda cronies with him as well. I pull up to the light in the far left lane and Mr. Tough Guy (wearing a jersey and a blue bandana) is next to me and his cronies are in the far right lane. The fart pipes were loud as hell, and they were revving the hell out of their motors. I actually happened to be about a car length behind Mr. Tough guy because he pulls almost all the way into the intersection. The light turns green and he takes off trying to race his buddies, so i go ahead and play as well. I ease off the clutch and hammer the gas and power shift into second. By this time i'm through the intersection and a full truck ahead of Mr. Tough guy. I keep on it into 3 and start walking away (i can see in my rearview the front end of the car going up and down between the shifts). I hit 4th and kept on it till about 95 then shut it down; and i also got the fly by and the finger and some type of gang symbol from his buddies (that i also pasted). I've had this truck at the track for grins and i've ran a best of 17.5--and i just walked a ricer with more money in stickers than tires, and gave him a car length to boot. I'm lost on these people...... [This message has been edited by fixer (edited 05-09-2001).] |
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