count_schemula
03-19-2003, 01:40 PM
I'm rolling 85 North. Morning traffic. The roads are not wet, but they are not dry either.
As _ALWAYS_ minding my own business, fussing with the iPod. I'm disgusted with myself because rather that fight the good fight, I'm passing on some inside lanes. Lane rangers and paint vans are in the far left lane and I'm in no mood to ride people's ass for the betterment of society.
la-la-la, got Deerhoof playing... wait... is that Ron17? A black E36 M3 with tinted windows and a "BIMMA" plate. I pass and keep going. Not blowing anyone off the road but a few over the limit. Interest piqued, my lil' S52 powered friend picks it up a little and while he's still behind me we are now a good 10-15 over the limit. What does this mean? I get on my cell phone and call my Tarot card reader, Miss Speedo. She say's it's on. I can't argue with that.
The traffic clears near Spaghetti Junction. We are past most of the places I've ever seen speed traps. I'm inside but my M3 friend is outside in the lane next to the outside lane. That must be my spot! I ease over. He's better dressed than I am and he has a tight hair style. I already kinda waved and did a thumb wiggle earlier, so enough with the niceties.
I assume my spot on the outside and slip it into fourth. We synch up and I assume we are both about high 3k in fourth. I assume we have fairly similar gearing. I'm not the best technical street racer, so I'm trying to figure out what to do, honk the horn? wait for him to hit it? Then I recall some threads I had read. Don't jump it, but make it clear that it's on.
I make it clear. He's on it as well and the speed mounts. Pretty cool, both engines are making that sound and I check my side mirror while watching my tach and scouting for traffic. I can see his side mirror in mine, but that's prolly as much the "start" as anything.
We wind out fourth and I hit fifth at exactly 6000rpm. I let it engage and the speedo is starting to move with purpose towards 120mph. I let up because it is obvious we are racing and that's just an extra layer of tickets nobody needs. If I had it to do over, I'd run to 130mph, but hey...
By the end I think his nose was at my tail. I did not blow him away by any means and I have no idea if he has any mods. He did have a "BIMMA" plate and knew how to street race, so I'm thinking intake and maybe a chip are possible, but I have no idea. Maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better by thinking this!
He eases toward a different freeway and gives me the hazards, I give him a 2x flash of the high beams and everyone lives happily every after.
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A lunch errand this time is the culprit. I see a hopped up Mustang approaching. I get my butt into plain view, to see if that gives him any ideas. Seems to. He advances. Excellent. Typical of a 'Stang I can hear exhaust. Car looks tight. Could have been a Cobra from a couple of years ago, not sure. Anyway he did approach with the aire of "I'm faster than your BMW Civic" and here's my exhaust note.
Traffic is a little heavy but the outer lanes are opening up. I get behind him and slip it into fourth. I'm in a real nice spot, if he hits it, I will be so on him. He does not exactly hit it. I'm at 4000rpm though! I can't waste that! I hit it and move to the inside and run fourth to 6000rpm and execute a 5th. He hit it where he was, but even after I moved inside and re-emerged I was ahead. I don't think he expected that, and like a good Iraqi soldier, his will to fight seemed sapped. This was much less of a race than an excuse for wind fourth out AGAIN!
Anyhow, April 5th should be fun! :devillook
The regular season starts!
As _ALWAYS_ minding my own business, fussing with the iPod. I'm disgusted with myself because rather that fight the good fight, I'm passing on some inside lanes. Lane rangers and paint vans are in the far left lane and I'm in no mood to ride people's ass for the betterment of society.
la-la-la, got Deerhoof playing... wait... is that Ron17? A black E36 M3 with tinted windows and a "BIMMA" plate. I pass and keep going. Not blowing anyone off the road but a few over the limit. Interest piqued, my lil' S52 powered friend picks it up a little and while he's still behind me we are now a good 10-15 over the limit. What does this mean? I get on my cell phone and call my Tarot card reader, Miss Speedo. She say's it's on. I can't argue with that.
The traffic clears near Spaghetti Junction. We are past most of the places I've ever seen speed traps. I'm inside but my M3 friend is outside in the lane next to the outside lane. That must be my spot! I ease over. He's better dressed than I am and he has a tight hair style. I already kinda waved and did a thumb wiggle earlier, so enough with the niceties.
I assume my spot on the outside and slip it into fourth. We synch up and I assume we are both about high 3k in fourth. I assume we have fairly similar gearing. I'm not the best technical street racer, so I'm trying to figure out what to do, honk the horn? wait for him to hit it? Then I recall some threads I had read. Don't jump it, but make it clear that it's on.
I make it clear. He's on it as well and the speed mounts. Pretty cool, both engines are making that sound and I check my side mirror while watching my tach and scouting for traffic. I can see his side mirror in mine, but that's prolly as much the "start" as anything.
We wind out fourth and I hit fifth at exactly 6000rpm. I let it engage and the speedo is starting to move with purpose towards 120mph. I let up because it is obvious we are racing and that's just an extra layer of tickets nobody needs. If I had it to do over, I'd run to 130mph, but hey...
By the end I think his nose was at my tail. I did not blow him away by any means and I have no idea if he has any mods. He did have a "BIMMA" plate and knew how to street race, so I'm thinking intake and maybe a chip are possible, but I have no idea. Maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better by thinking this!
He eases toward a different freeway and gives me the hazards, I give him a 2x flash of the high beams and everyone lives happily every after.
----
A lunch errand this time is the culprit. I see a hopped up Mustang approaching. I get my butt into plain view, to see if that gives him any ideas. Seems to. He advances. Excellent. Typical of a 'Stang I can hear exhaust. Car looks tight. Could have been a Cobra from a couple of years ago, not sure. Anyway he did approach with the aire of "I'm faster than your BMW Civic" and here's my exhaust note.
Traffic is a little heavy but the outer lanes are opening up. I get behind him and slip it into fourth. I'm in a real nice spot, if he hits it, I will be so on him. He does not exactly hit it. I'm at 4000rpm though! I can't waste that! I hit it and move to the inside and run fourth to 6000rpm and execute a 5th. He hit it where he was, but even after I moved inside and re-emerged I was ahead. I don't think he expected that, and like a good Iraqi soldier, his will to fight seemed sapped. This was much less of a race than an excuse for wind fourth out AGAIN!
Anyhow, April 5th should be fun! :devillook
The regular season starts!