SuperHO
Mental Patient
It's a tad late, but better late than in a 6 foot deep hole like my dad always used to say.
On my way up to the infamous Wayland meet (the one that ended shortly before my engine spread itself out over US 31), I was makin good time on I-94 from St. Joe to Kalamazoo. The speedo was showing just north of 90mph. I was intently scanning the horizon looking for the familiar face of a state government owned Crown Vic when out of the corner of my eye, I see a silver blur keeping pace. Thinking it was just some tool thinking he'd avoid a ticket by staying with me, I disregarded....
..until I saw him pull forward and drop back. That's when I broke from the road and looked over to have a brand spankin new silver GT-R fill my vision. My mouth filled with drool and my pants suddenly became tight as Mr. My-Car's-Much-Badder-Than-Yours waved at me and blipped back two or three gears, dropping the loud pedal and promptly left me in a cloud of spent fuel, leaving me like I had just shifted to reverse. I watched as he disappeared over the horizon at what must have been well over 140mph.
To the dude with the GT-R...if for some strange, unusual reason you're reading this, now that i've got a 3.2 swap, I want a rematch!!
:laugh_ti:
On my way up to the infamous Wayland meet (the one that ended shortly before my engine spread itself out over US 31), I was makin good time on I-94 from St. Joe to Kalamazoo. The speedo was showing just north of 90mph. I was intently scanning the horizon looking for the familiar face of a state government owned Crown Vic when out of the corner of my eye, I see a silver blur keeping pace. Thinking it was just some tool thinking he'd avoid a ticket by staying with me, I disregarded....
..until I saw him pull forward and drop back. That's when I broke from the road and looked over to have a brand spankin new silver GT-R fill my vision. My mouth filled with drool and my pants suddenly became tight as Mr. My-Car's-Much-Badder-Than-Yours waved at me and blipped back two or three gears, dropping the loud pedal and promptly left me in a cloud of spent fuel, leaving me like I had just shifted to reverse. I watched as he disappeared over the horizon at what must have been well over 140mph.
To the dude with the GT-R...if for some strange, unusual reason you're reading this, now that i've got a 3.2 swap, I want a rematch!!
:laugh_ti:
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