In a message dated 6/22/00 10:48:02 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
miggitymike@juno.com writes:
<< ell... I was out cruisin' the premag when another premag pulls up along
side. I pay him no mind, since cannibalism isn't my thing. Apparently it
was on his mind because he chirps the tires, rips across the
intersection, and yanks over into my lane right in front of me! So I'm
like "cannibalism it is! Premag could be part of my diet this evening."
So I take my position in the right lane, next to him. I look over and
give him the "You're gonna get creamed" chin-lift, and start loadin' up
the converter. Further scopin' of his truck revealed it was a 5 spd. 6er
of the Sport variety. Good. He may have a chance. My adrenaline is
kickin' now. I am SO ready to run this dude. We exchange a few glances,
but the eye never strays from the light ahead...
then it happens... GREEN! GO!!
screeeeee!!!! I leave some rubber, he gets a good launch and picks up a
front tire on me... he's grinning. I hook and leap through the
intersection, quickly regaining my tire length and then some, pulling a
front bumper-length ahead and I'm pullin' away. He grabs a gear, but I'm
still in 2nd pullin' HARD. By the top of my powerband (around 60 mph)
I've got a longbed premag's length on him and still increasing the
gap.(he's not grinning anymore) By about the top of 3rd (70-ish) he's
very visible in my side mirrors. I give him the go-ahead brake tap. You
know, the one that says "ppssshh... this race is over, I'm done wastin'
your ass".
Anyway, next signal... dirty looks exchanged.. light changes.. POW! I
hook this time! I waste him from the get-go.. no contest, nothin' but
'gate beeotch!
>>
great story, if they wrote books as interesting i might acually read a book
Joe
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