heh heh heh - way to go John! One victory that stands out in my mind - was
not so much a story of me out gunning the compitetion... but more of
intimidating it. SOme pretty boy in his Merc. Benz E class thought he would
get the jump on this lumbering truck in front of him... I hit the pedle off
the red light. Now mind you this is a TBI injection bone stock, eleven year
old V6 hauling sizeable weight on the back (all my crap under the bed cap)
but the engine makes a nice reving sound when floored. Pretty boy obviously
didnt want to risk scratching his paint and backed off. The next red light he
came on my left in the turning lane - I was goign stright... he was just
sitting there looking at me. The look on his face could be best described as
"that man in that truck is insane" - I cherished every moment of it
<muhahahahahha>
John Bell wrote:
> Our "hero" for this evening is a Dak 2K QC 4x4 (SLT+, 5.9/auto, NV242,
> 3.92 LSD, 6180 miles, bone stock).
>
> OK, first the "spankee" story...
>
> Some guy in a Celica something-or-other (it had that semi-circle wing
> on it) decides to race me at the light so he can cut me off before getting
> cut off himself by an off-ramp. Me, I'm snoozing, but hey no excuses.
> He launches pretty hard when the light changes, at which point I go
> *snooooze snort huh whazzat?* and decide to mash the loud pedal
> just to see what happens. By the time I wake up he has a car length
> on me. I see his car hunker down on the 2-3 shift, but it's not helping
> him much, as he isn't gaining on me any more. I see him do one of
> those "what, that big honkin' slug is _still_ in my blind spot?" looks
> in the mirror, at which point he realizes that he's going to have to
> earn his Killer Rice Boy badge for the day and he starts inching
> away a little. By this time the soccer-mom shift in my transmission
> (can you say *weak*?) lets me down (again), so I let off the pedal
> and he scoots in where he wants to be. Oh well, that's what I get for
> being asleep at the wheel and driving around with O/D engaged ;-).
>
> On the "spanker" side, I'm at the next light down the road. By this
> time, Captain Celica has turned off, so I don't get a chance to redeem
> myself. I get up to the front of the light, and to my left is some dude
> in a white Suburban (looked to be a '99 or so). Again, I'm not racing
> (especially not a Suburban, there's nothing to prove there). The light
> turns green, I mosey on out into the intersection and head down the
> road. I usually start out with the pedal about a third of the way down
> or so... not that Suburban, though. I hear his engine let out a growl,
> so I know he's getting on it. I'm not in the mood, though, so I just
> keep on doing what I'm doing. I keep hearing that growl though, so
> I look to my left and there's Mister Suburban, all concentration and
> determination, trying to pass me. I let out a chuckle, and just keep
> the pedal where it is to see if the torque and gearing does its job.
> Sure enough, I pull away from him quite easily at part throttle while
> he's doing all he can to make that white elephant get down the road!
> Needless to say he wasn't all that thrilled. He finally signalled and
> pulled in behind me, having had enough man-beating for one day.
>
> It's pretty obvious that my truck could benefit from the standard
> things that I see done on this list (intake, throttle body, exhaust).
> Judging from the way the transmission reacted in the first story,
> I'm betting a shift kit couldn't hurt either. And 3923's, of course.
> All the same, a stock QC 4x4 with a 360 in it is nothing to sneeze
> at - I really love my truck!
>
> Have fun,
> --
> JB
-- Tom http://members.aol.com/silvereightynine Pics and links pages updated on 11/18/00 1989,V6,Auto,8 footer
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