The worst time I've ever had was one night when I haven't had my car very long and never even power shifted in it yet. Well it was a cold and was late at night, my car loaded down with friends I was taking back home. My car hadn't warmed up at all yet when I roll up to a red light where an early 90s camaro was. He revved a lot and really wanted to run. It was about 3am, I had something like 600lbs of extra people, and I didn't have any race experience. They talked me into it. I take off hard and run it up to 6000 in first and had him beat by three or four lenghts and instead of keeping my head in the game I just had to take a look back at him and I missed my shift to second, revving it to 7000 and blowing the coolant bypass hose and spewed antifreeze everywhere. It even sprayed all over my windshield and couldn't see. I hit the brakes, he finally flies by me, I pull over where a cop pulls right up behind me(who would have busted me if I had run just a little longer) and asks whats the trouble as he didn't know. My friends were all laughing as I try to explain it to the cop. As soon as he leaves I see the camaro come back around and U turn in front of me laughing and squeals his tires on his way off. And I was left finishing my trip home stopping every 3 miles to let it cool down because I had no coolant.
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347 DFI injected, TFS heads, T5, 4.11 9", tc subframe conns, torq thrust D's
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