Would someone care to explain to me why a cold air intake and 2.5" catback exhaust would actually make me run SLOWER trap speeds in the quarter mile? Yes, I went to the tracks today and yes, it fuckin boggles the hell out of me.
That's it, i'm not going to talk about the track anymore.
Ok, i lied, i will talk about the track, but only because it's an interesting story that will entice everyone. I, the Mystic, was beat in a race today by a girl.
Don't get me wrong, I know I say women can't drive (because it's true), but race, yea, they can do that. Driving and racing are too seperate things. When women drive, they are doing too much other crap, they don't focus and they need to. At least when they come to race, they are focusing on just their car, the road, and how well they are driving. So women drivers = sucks. Women racers = damn fuckin sexy.
So I go to line up and i'm surprised to see her car next time mine. I noticed it while we were waiting in line, but I didn't think we were placed together. Somehow though, I had a feeling she was going to beat me. It was just her calm and focused demeaner that ate at me. The lights go green, and I actually start moving first. I effed up though and she took off. I slowly catch up to her, and at one point, i'm actually ahead of her. But somehow, through sheer force of will, or having a better car, she catches back up to me.
She crosses the finish line 0.0011 seconds before me. I shit you not. I have the timeslip to prove it.
So like Vin Diesel said in The Fast and The Furious, "It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is winning."
We pull over, and I give her the thumbs up. She takes off her helmet and reveals to me a rather cute face. Well, in all honesty, she could have been ugly as fuck and I would have thought she was the hottest girl in the world. Racer chicks do that to me. But really, i think if anyone saw her, they would agree she was surprisingly cute.
It turns out it's her first time at the track, she didn't even know how to read the timeslip. I spend some time talking to her and telling her about the timeslip. I'm actually quite happy at the way it turned out. What better way to attract a racer then having her first race be decided by a thousandth of a second? Talk about exhilaration.
Unlike my first race ever, where I got blown away by a fuggin eleven second muscle car. Scarred my inner racing child for life.
V8's not just an engine, it's a vegetable drink.
That's it, i'm not going to talk about the track anymore.
Ok, i lied, i will talk about the track, but only because it's an interesting story that will entice everyone. I, the Mystic, was beat in a race today by a girl.
Don't get me wrong, I know I say women can't drive (because it's true), but race, yea, they can do that. Driving and racing are too seperate things. When women drive, they are doing too much other crap, they don't focus and they need to. At least when they come to race, they are focusing on just their car, the road, and how well they are driving. So women drivers = sucks. Women racers = damn fuckin sexy.
So I go to line up and i'm surprised to see her car next time mine. I noticed it while we were waiting in line, but I didn't think we were placed together. Somehow though, I had a feeling she was going to beat me. It was just her calm and focused demeaner that ate at me. The lights go green, and I actually start moving first. I effed up though and she took off. I slowly catch up to her, and at one point, i'm actually ahead of her. But somehow, through sheer force of will, or having a better car, she catches back up to me.
She crosses the finish line 0.0011 seconds before me. I shit you not. I have the timeslip to prove it.
So like Vin Diesel said in The Fast and The Furious, "It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is winning."
We pull over, and I give her the thumbs up. She takes off her helmet and reveals to me a rather cute face. Well, in all honesty, she could have been ugly as fuck and I would have thought she was the hottest girl in the world. Racer chicks do that to me. But really, i think if anyone saw her, they would agree she was surprisingly cute.
It turns out it's her first time at the track, she didn't even know how to read the timeslip. I spend some time talking to her and telling her about the timeslip. I'm actually quite happy at the way it turned out. What better way to attract a racer then having her first race be decided by a thousandth of a second? Talk about exhilaration.
Unlike my first race ever, where I got blown away by a fuggin eleven second muscle car. Scarred my inner racing child for life.
V8's not just an engine, it's a vegetable drink.
posted by Allen M @ 4/16/2003 04:13:00 AM
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