I went to the Hot Rod Nationals down in Springfield, MO this weekend with my brand spanking new Sonic Blue 03 Cobra. The show was at the fairgrounds during the day, and on Glenstone St. at night. I ran with quite a few cars on the street, here are the details:
1. First race was with a HEAVILY modified gold 98 GT with slicks.
I couldn't believe the sound of this car, and that the guy was
looking out his window and smirking at my 03 before we ran.
Both punched from a 15 mph roll. His car ROARS - sounded
like knockouts, the Cobra goes sskrreee!! Got a half a car on
him in first, had to shut it down cause of an Eclipse in front of
me. Almost hit the rev limiter, the 03 pulled very hard all the
way up.
2. Z-28 with exhaust, other mods possible. He surprised me at a
stoplight. I let the clutch out and mashed it. Caught up to
him, and shifted into second, but I think he killed it by then.
Oh well, stay awake at the light, Steve.
3. Red Honda Civic with the usual mods - a farter, spoiler, and
rattling trunk from the stereo system.
Your typical
Springfield riceboys as well, yelling sh*t out the window and
ragging on Mustangs. I had this happen more than once this
weekend, but this time I couldn't resist. We were revving at a
light on a long stretch of unpatrolled outer highway. Waiting
for the light........
GREEN! I launched HARD, best one yet for me in the Cobra.
The Civic was WOT, but the farting noise disappeared so
quickly I thought he killed it. Saw him waaaay back up
towards the end of first, didn't care. Shifted hard into second,
mashed it. Ran all the way through second and slammed it
into third. WOT still. Ran third for a short period of
time and let off. About 10-15 seconds later I received the ricer
flyby with middle finger extended. That middle finger was five
times better that a thumbs up ever could have been.