Raced a Modded 94-95 GT. Good friends car.

[Mercury]

To make an awesome night even better (Read blue oval thread "Awesome night for Mecury"), I got in several races with one of my good friends from the hangout.

Budman, Navigator (Member here, but still has to post.), The Groper, and I were all talking about the races last weekend. Somehow we got to talking about "the ability to Drive".

They ask me what makes me such a good driver. Funny thing is, none of them have seen me really race, except for last weekend. I tell them what it is I do, how I play the clutch, what RPM I shift at, and the reasons why I shift at them.

I guess they might of heard from TimC and a few others that have seen me race, how I drive. Two or three of the gang have seen me beat LS-1's, a Ram Air 98 Trans-Am, a LT-1 Ram Air Bird, a 99 Cobra vert, a few 94-95 Cobras, and a few 96-98 Cobras. A few have seen me smoke the hell out of a few relatively stock 96-98 GT's, one serouisly modded one, and a few NOT SO STOCK Fox-bodys.

BudMan (Navigators Brother) asked before we left, if I wanted to race. I tell him, Lets cruise and I'll tell him how i feel at the lights.

First light, I decline. Bad feeling. Second light, 3 lanes our side, we each pull up on oppiste sides of a car full of girls. They look and say Wow...RACE RACE RACE. Budman revs, I throw a quick rev or two, and I hear the driver of the girls car say"Screw that, I'm out of this. I wanna see who wins."

The light turns green and we take off. I win. By about a car length. Wasnt paying to much attention, I was paying attention to make sure no one was going to pull out infront of me.

Oh, this 94-95 GT has Off-road H-pipe, 40 series flows, K&N filter, 3:73's and a 5spd with Pro-5.0 shifter.

Next light is a spot that cops hide, so again I decline. We turn onto Morganton Rd, and finally catch a light. The Groper was behind me and Budman. Budman looks over and asks if I wanna run again. I accept. We both sit there in silence and wait.

The light turns green, and I launch. The car acts a little funny, I think the clutch slipped (Probably hot from the runs prior). I pull on Budman. By the end of first, his nose is at my rear wheel, or I think it was (Once again I was making sure No one pulled out infront of me.) I hit second, and feel the clutch slip again (Or maybe my foot was still on it, dont know.) Pull a car lenght on Budman. Hit Third flawlessly and I see Budman clearly in my rear view mirror on the drivers side. We shut it down and stop at the next light.

Sirens go off in the distance. Cops were heavy, real heavy tonight. Me and Budman look over at one another (Groper was still behind us.) at say "Oh Sh!t". We run the light and all split up.

We met 5 mintues later and talked about our runs. I asked Budman how I did. He said something to the effect of.

"Man, YOU CAN DRIVE. YOU BLEW MY DAMN DOORS OFF." I ask him how much did I beat him by, he insisted by a few car lengths. His brother, the Navigator confirmed it. Said my two car lengths, and we shut down at about 75-80 MPH.

On the way home, I met up with a rival of me and TimC's. Theres a family that has a history of rivalry with Tim C's family. One kid drives a modded 96 GT (Smoked him bad before), the dad drives a Bubble Back Monte Carlo SS (GM Crate motor in it.) and the other kid drives a 99 Gold Trans Am (Said to have Spray).

I look up in my rear view mirror on the way home and see what looks like 99+GT headlights, and Trans Am headlights. Next thing I know this Gold Trans Am goes flying by, and I recongnize the driver. Next, this 2000 GT pulls up and I know them to. There friends of me and Tim C.

The driver yells over to me "The Knight boy is sprayin man. Dont even try."

I wave and tell thanks. I put her into third and go after the TA.

I pull up along side him. I wait for him to inciate the race. Nothing. Then after 2 miles, he gooses it. I drop it into second (Going 45) and floor it. I let off once I get half way into third. He stayed right along beside me. We rolled for a few more miles. Obviously both of us were kinda reluctant to find out what either one of us can do.

Then we pass this White, newer Cavalier with blue racing stripes on it and tons of window sticker. He pulls up next to me and revs and gooses the throttle. I look over and see he has some girl with him. I look over, kinda chuckle and make a yawning motion. He gets ticked and drops the hammer. I dont even bother.

The TA punches it and leaves the turd. Me and the TA crusie along side one another still waiting for the other to make the first move. Next thing I know, I see the Cavalier come Flying up on us like a bat out of hell. He passes the both of us (We were just maintaining a steady 60 MPH) in the turning lane, THEN TURNS HIS FLASHERS ON.

I look over at the Knight boy and thow my hands up. He laughs and does the same. I yell over to him "Was that not the gayest thing you've seen?" He laughed like hell and shook his head yes. By that time I had to turn in, So I beeped and waved, he did the same.

I wonder who would of won the race. Obviously the Guy in the Gold TA was alittle scared, but so was I because I knew he had Nitrouis. Maybe his bottle ran out and thats why he didnt try crap.