Race Stories

I was minding my own business in the town I live in.  (Actually I was out looking for someone to mess with.)  And a Camaro Z-28 with the 5.7 liter engine decides I am going too slow for him and darts around me like he's fast.  I laughed and went after him with a truck load of people.  I even had stuff in the back.  I figure at the time I was weighing 4,500 or 4,600 pounds at the time.  I pulled up alongside and reved a couple times on him.  Then the light turned red.  Oh yeah.  This was what I was hoping for.  I pull up alongside at the light and look over at him.  My friend in the passenger seat looked at him too and I am sure he had a smirk on his face.  The passenger in the Camaro yelled at me to "kick this guys...."  You can figure out the rest.  The driver said "Shut the f*** up!  Your gonna make me loose!"  So I got ready to launch.  I kept reving next to him just to egg him on.  And then........the light turned green.  My buddy leaned out the window and yelled "We are going to smoke you!"  We were off!  I hole shot him so bad it wasn't even funny.  I had him by like 3 or 4 car lengths and then that 5.7 Liter engine actually started helping him.  He started reeling me in till he hit overdrive and then he basically stopped gaining on me.  I wasn't leaving him nor was he catching me.  He knew he was beat.  I had to hit the brakes when I came up behind a station wagon to slow down.  Then he passed me.  And moved into the left turn lane to leave.  As I passed he honked a few times and I waved out the window.  It was a fun race and well the Typhoon was still the better machine even loaded down like a pack mule.