humorous story: Dork in a 240SX tries to race me today....
He's IN FRONT of me and revving the engine to like 6000 RPM...sounds like a lawn mower with a BOV. LAUNCHES his car hard, I play along and stay on his butt. I shift to 2nd gear and ESP kicked in and killed my engine but I still rolled along with him.
I thought this was all in good fun, didnt go over 35 mph...maybe 40. He rolls down his window next to me and yells "SLOW SLOW, what's the matter? 6 cylinder cant keep up with a 4 cylinder???"
I couldnt help but laugh at him as he revved his engine again all the way to redline. So I said "ok, follow me to the next light" He goes over and then as we get to the next light he pulls off the side of the road and just walks away like nothing ever happened.
What a freak. At least have the dignity to lose the street race that I shouldnt even have been doing anyway. I've never had anyone be rude about it, usually it's couple of semi-mature guys like me just screwing around and respecting each other, having fun.
Typical ricer I guess.




