Ok,i wanna see u smile when you take on "Green Thunder" Crit ;)
>From: "Crit Bennett" <crit@engineer.com>
>Reply-To: dakota-truck@BUFFNET.NET
>To: <dakota-truck@BUFFNET.NET>
>Subject: DML: In a Ricer's own words...
>Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 23:51:20 -0400
>
>Well crap, I'm a repeat offender. At least this one has a shred of
>on-topic
>dignity. Here goes.
>
>I borrowed my wife's Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power, 3
>cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims. It's stock,
>alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000 pounds of Metro
>around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopeds and 18-wheelers by
>surprise.
>
>I was headed back from Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-latte cappuccino
>blast ("No Cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK"), then I stopped at a
>streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my
>bold beverage and wiped the white froth from my stiff upper lip. I was
>minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I
>turned, made
>eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva --a
>late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and school
>bus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure. The howl of his motor snapped
>my
>reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my
>own throttle.
>
>As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look
>cool to be fast, and I am *damn*cool, hence...), the night was split with
>the sound of seven screaming cylinders... Then the light turned... I almost
>had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least
>a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke pouring from my front right
>tire...
>my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of
>my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four
>cylinders.
>He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he
>flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I
>kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to
>blink on in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a
>glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth...He was
>running
>a custom exhaust -- probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust... maybe even cutouts!
>Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the electric powered
>three-wheeler cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction... Yet still I
>persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song,
>wound fully out. Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were
>nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection, and heard the
>note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his
>grin
>in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift!
>
>I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep from
>bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a
>cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his
>foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally
>found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now
>going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the
>race as we were, neither of us batted an eye. He pulled slowly abreast of
>me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors
>deafening all pedestrians within a five foot circle. He nosed ahead as we
>passed 30 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted
>into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust,
>snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next
>corner. I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my
>trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot
>buried
>in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the
>left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt
>the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel
>slowly
>leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front,
>were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva .The Ford
>driver
>beat his wheel in rage as my wife's car eased past him on the outside, my
>P165/54R13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We
>coasted
>down, neck-and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready
>for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn
>signal and made a right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!! I drove off
>sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other
>unwitting targets.... Perhaps a Yugo, or maybe even a Volkswagon Van!
>_________________________________________________________________
>
David Digney
00'QC,SLT+,3.9,42RE,3.55,K&N "Home-Brew" Intake
Dynomax Super Turbo,Mobil 1 10w30,Mobil 1 Filter
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