Don't ask me how it got started...

but low and behold, I'm at this light and this guy in the F350 SuperDuty with the V8 Turbo Super Diesel is next to me revving and inching forward. I'm thinking to myself that this guy can't be serious. It's a freakin' F350 Diesel. I can't even see the guy... I look out my passenger window and all I can see is truck body and tire. This truck had a super lift kit on it with the huge duel tires in the back with the 10-bolt lugs on the front tires.

I'm like what is going on?

Sure enough... light goes green and the guy hammers it. I didn't really get an earth shaking launch so the trunk jumped a head by a 1/4 of a car length... it was pretty quick... must be all that torque. But I redline 1st, change it into 2nd... sending the back tires spinning and putting the tail out a bit and rocket ahead of him.

End of 2nd gear he's way behind... guess he must have realized the futility of the race and eased up. So I ease off and start cruisin... then I come to my turn off. I put my signal on to make the turn and sure enough... big truck guy drives by and gives me a two honk to say... thanks for race.

It scared the crap out of me tho cause he had some hella loud air horns in that truck... I thought I was standing in front of a freight train or something...

All the this time, I never saw the guy or girl. The truck was too high off the ground... All I saw was some freakin' huge wheels and some bright red rancho (sp?) shocks.

Guess people will race anything sometimes...

Diam Kevlar, You get into some strange races:D LOL.

First the chevette, then the dually. What's next? Supercharged Yugo? hehe:D

Keep 'em coming as they are mad funny.

By the way, I noticed you've been racing a lot lately, are you looking for them, or they just see you and gotta go?

Sometimes I go looking for them... sometimes the weirdest ones just happen to find me. :confused:

Ha! Welcome to my world! Are you sure you're not in Harrisonburg Virginia? We are the armpit of culture in the free world. Couple of months ago this guy in a Ford pick-em-up pulls up next to me at a light. I'm sitting there minding my own buisiness, picking my nose or something, and the light turns green and bam, he's moving. Well the road merge's a ways up and dammit, I want to be in front, it's my birth right! So needless to say, I blow him away. I found out last week it was a guy I work with. He's got a 351 Windsor H.O. with 3/90 gears and all your basic red neck accessories. He was thrilled, he thought we were racing, I just wanted to be in front. Why oh why must I suffer so!http://www.geocities.com/wdent/BWFRONTa.jpg

There are rednecks all over the east, midwest, and central states that have trucks, mustangs, the works and they somehow think that they must race EVERYTHING that pulls up to them at the stoplight. I am just thankful that they almost always loose, if even to a minivan. I just don't know what people are thinking. Hey, they are rednecks with about 3 brain cells. Is this small amount of electrical charge passing through their neuro pathways even considered a thought? I didn't think so, but keep up the ///M Power tradition. IF you don't have the straight line power, hit em with the curves. Out.