Skyline to destruction.
A month went by after our last encounter with the primera ,his ego was gutted but still his arrogance plagued his wretched face like some foreign disease.
Second time around, I knew what I was against his metallic silver Skyline GTS-T he refered to as the BEAST.
Its aggresive looks and power shunned me as it accelerated in a fierce rage towards me
I hesitated.
Knowing what I was up against I had to weigh up quickly if I was going to be a fool to race a turbo.
Knowing our last encounter ,my mate was itching with intent to race ,his face with his white pale complexion with those beady little eyes reminded me of intimidation I felt when we firsted raced.
He was out for revenge and damn was he ready kick my asse
We stood there, as hesitation built up in my head, my mate with his look of frustration as aimlessly urged me to race his beast.
He was so confident that he would win, I swear his head looked like it was inflating bigger and bigger like baloons at the circus, his cocky attitude kept inflating more and more after he beat my other mates in their non-turbo cars.(damn turbos)
All I thought about was how can my car beat his………….
I had enough of all this shite when all my other mates stood as they looked in disbelief as I said "ok we will race 100bucks winner takes all"
man was i dumbfuk.
A moment of silence crept through the air as I uttered these words,my mate in the skyline laughed like a clown as he knew I was gonna end up being lunch, looking across breifly at my other mates they looked down shaking their heads in pity, as I became a lamb ready for the slaughter.
But I wasnt gonna be no bodies lunch motherfukers....
I postponed the race till the 6am next day, they all left the stretch of street we call the" mile"
I stood there all alone…. Thinking, about what I can do to prepare for the big day tommorrow this is when the disbelief and worry kicked in.
My odds of winning were slim my car pulls a 16sec 1/4 where he gets a high 15 on the times we trapped at the "mile" before.
man was I fuked
I knelt down as I grasped the pile of dirt in my hand at the beginning of the "mile" and I looked up at the sky as the rainclouds gathered together like wolves in packs as it was ready to pour its cries of water over me.
And it rained buckets ..... drenched , soaking wet i look across the "mile" at the dirt melting like butter across the road .
I look at my hand and watch aimlessly at the dirt slip through my fingers when all of a sudden it hits me .
TRACTION!!!
I realise the only way for me to beat him is to get the advantage of the line it was a slim chance but it was my only hope.
THE BIG DAY
We arrived at our final destination at 5:30am it was very early and the chirping songs of the sparrows calmed my nerves .It had been raining hard last night evidence of the down pour could be seen in deep puddles all over the "mile" my mate with the skyline came down with a few of his mates as I started to make preparations to my car I took out the spare tire and pulled out the subs and amp and sunroof and borrowed a mates k/n filter.
preparations were complete on my car when I look across at my mate talking shite about my car as he puts on his cheap gold plastic crown on his head he got from the christmas function.
"king of the mile " he shouts ..... "who's your daddy!" as jumps around like a little bitche.
I tell him to cut the crap and let race .
We jump into our cars and we move up to the line ..... the sun with its echoes of light brighten up the wet road ahead of us as it sparkes brightly on the puddles of water that reflect like shinny glass again, the mass adrenalin rush returns as my heart beats furiously in anticipation as I wait for the signal.
I look across at my mate with the same grin when he pulls the the gillotine expression on his neck which bring memories of the last battle.
I watched in awe the sound of his car as he revs his beast accompanied by the loud screams of his BOV and the flames of the unburnt fuel as it lights the ground, it startled me but I gotta focus on the road ahead.
The signal man counts to three
1 - my heart beats so fast my right foot shakes with anticipation
2- beads of sweat roll down my forehead and my hand shakes with arthritis as I wait for 3
3- BOOM! I shout loudly as my right foot mashes the pedal with such force the engine screams like a whore as I manage to get the advantage of the line ,im the first to react and look briefly across to a crowned face looking in awe as I pass in quick succession .I look as he reacts accordingly as releases the clutch where the massive wheelspin flames the road with rubber/water and smoke, I get a good car length in front when he starts wheelspining but that is not enough for me to win, next thing among the smoke and rubber he loses control and spins sideways about 90 degrees when I suddenly shift my car into the gear 2 when the engine really started to scream its anger.
Looking into my rear view my mate regain control quickly and I am about 3 car lengths in front at 200m .Its feels like im being chased by a tiger as my car runs for its life avoiding being desecrated by the BEAST.
200meters till the end and I am almost at the end I scream loudly GO GO GO GO GO!!!!
I look in frantic anxiety as the skyline is catching up rapidly, the roar of his BOV rings through my brain as we are almost at the end and I count down by the car lengths as his BEAST catches up for the kill.
100 meters left and he is at a 1 car length behind and gaining rapidly .
The metres count down as he gains quickly 10meters left before the line he is almost side by side ready to whoop my asse with a change of his next gear I look across quickly as he looks at me he is ready to make the change I look at the road and shout "NOOOOOO” time slowed as we crossed the finish line my mate changed gear to late, I look at the faces of my my mates at the finish line as they look at a turbo beast being beaten by ¼ of a car length by a non-turbo GTO the “NOOOO” went into laughter as I got of the car laughing my asse off as I whooped his turbo beast.
my mate got of his skyline as looked in anger kicking his silver beast in frustration. his skyline mates looked ashamed as mighty mitsi whooped butt.
My mate was a sore loser and said to race again. I declined.(hehehe)
He handed over the hundred bucks and said to me "I almost had you punk! if If it wasnt wet I would of wasted your heavy boat!"
I laughed and quoted him from a famous movie
"Winning is Winning wether you win by inch or wether win by a mile I smoked you like a little bitoch"
I took the hundred bucks and threw it in his face the 20 dollar notes rained down as the wind blew it around the air , he stood embarassed, all my mates and his buddies cracked up in wave of laughter . his white pale complexion went into a red embarassed look and again he was humbled. .
The sun shone brightly as I walked into the dawn the rays of the sun warmed my face as I continue on my journey like john wayne walking into the sunset with the victory cigar in the mouth.
THE END
keep tuned next episode as the GTO get NOS/NEW TRANNY/exhaust and takes on the
R33 GTR
A month went by after our last encounter with the primera ,his ego was gutted but still his arrogance plagued his wretched face like some foreign disease.
Second time around, I knew what I was against his metallic silver Skyline GTS-T he refered to as the BEAST.
Its aggresive looks and power shunned me as it accelerated in a fierce rage towards me
I hesitated.
Knowing what I was up against I had to weigh up quickly if I was going to be a fool to race a turbo.
Knowing our last encounter ,my mate was itching with intent to race ,his face with his white pale complexion with those beady little eyes reminded me of intimidation I felt when we firsted raced.
He was out for revenge and damn was he ready kick my asse
We stood there, as hesitation built up in my head, my mate with his look of frustration as aimlessly urged me to race his beast.
He was so confident that he would win, I swear his head looked like it was inflating bigger and bigger like baloons at the circus, his cocky attitude kept inflating more and more after he beat my other mates in their non-turbo cars.(damn turbos)
All I thought about was how can my car beat his………….
I had enough of all this shite when all my other mates stood as they looked in disbelief as I said "ok we will race 100bucks winner takes all"
man was i dumbfuk.
A moment of silence crept through the air as I uttered these words,my mate in the skyline laughed like a clown as he knew I was gonna end up being lunch, looking across breifly at my other mates they looked down shaking their heads in pity, as I became a lamb ready for the slaughter.
But I wasnt gonna be no bodies lunch motherfukers....
I postponed the race till the 6am next day, they all left the stretch of street we call the" mile"
I stood there all alone…. Thinking, about what I can do to prepare for the big day tommorrow this is when the disbelief and worry kicked in.
My odds of winning were slim my car pulls a 16sec 1/4 where he gets a high 15 on the times we trapped at the "mile" before.
man was I fuked
I knelt down as I grasped the pile of dirt in my hand at the beginning of the "mile" and I looked up at the sky as the rainclouds gathered together like wolves in packs as it was ready to pour its cries of water over me.
And it rained buckets ..... drenched , soaking wet i look across the "mile" at the dirt melting like butter across the road .
I look at my hand and watch aimlessly at the dirt slip through my fingers when all of a sudden it hits me .
TRACTION!!!
I realise the only way for me to beat him is to get the advantage of the line it was a slim chance but it was my only hope.
THE BIG DAY
We arrived at our final destination at 5:30am it was very early and the chirping songs of the sparrows calmed my nerves .It had been raining hard last night evidence of the down pour could be seen in deep puddles all over the "mile" my mate with the skyline came down with a few of his mates as I started to make preparations to my car I took out the spare tire and pulled out the subs and amp and sunroof and borrowed a mates k/n filter.
preparations were complete on my car when I look across at my mate talking shite about my car as he puts on his cheap gold plastic crown on his head he got from the christmas function.
"king of the mile " he shouts ..... "who's your daddy!" as jumps around like a little bitche.
I tell him to cut the crap and let race .
We jump into our cars and we move up to the line ..... the sun with its echoes of light brighten up the wet road ahead of us as it sparkes brightly on the puddles of water that reflect like shinny glass again, the mass adrenalin rush returns as my heart beats furiously in anticipation as I wait for the signal.
I look across at my mate with the same grin when he pulls the the gillotine expression on his neck which bring memories of the last battle.
I watched in awe the sound of his car as he revs his beast accompanied by the loud screams of his BOV and the flames of the unburnt fuel as it lights the ground, it startled me but I gotta focus on the road ahead.
The signal man counts to three
1 - my heart beats so fast my right foot shakes with anticipation
2- beads of sweat roll down my forehead and my hand shakes with arthritis as I wait for 3
3- BOOM! I shout loudly as my right foot mashes the pedal with such force the engine screams like a whore as I manage to get the advantage of the line ,im the first to react and look briefly across to a crowned face looking in awe as I pass in quick succession .I look as he reacts accordingly as releases the clutch where the massive wheelspin flames the road with rubber/water and smoke, I get a good car length in front when he starts wheelspining but that is not enough for me to win, next thing among the smoke and rubber he loses control and spins sideways about 90 degrees when I suddenly shift my car into the gear 2 when the engine really started to scream its anger.
Looking into my rear view my mate regain control quickly and I am about 3 car lengths in front at 200m .Its feels like im being chased by a tiger as my car runs for its life avoiding being desecrated by the BEAST.
200meters till the end and I am almost at the end I scream loudly GO GO GO GO GO!!!!
I look in frantic anxiety as the skyline is catching up rapidly, the roar of his BOV rings through my brain as we are almost at the end and I count down by the car lengths as his BEAST catches up for the kill.
100 meters left and he is at a 1 car length behind and gaining rapidly .
The metres count down as he gains quickly 10meters left before the line he is almost side by side ready to whoop my asse with a change of his next gear I look across quickly as he looks at me he is ready to make the change I look at the road and shout "NOOOOOO” time slowed as we crossed the finish line my mate changed gear to late, I look at the faces of my my mates at the finish line as they look at a turbo beast being beaten by ¼ of a car length by a non-turbo GTO the “NOOOO” went into laughter as I got of the car laughing my asse off as I whooped his turbo beast.
my mate got of his skyline as looked in anger kicking his silver beast in frustration. his skyline mates looked ashamed as mighty mitsi whooped butt.
My mate was a sore loser and said to race again. I declined.(hehehe)
He handed over the hundred bucks and said to me "I almost had you punk! if If it wasnt wet I would of wasted your heavy boat!"
I laughed and quoted him from a famous movie
"Winning is Winning wether you win by inch or wether win by a mile I smoked you like a little bitoch"
I took the hundred bucks and threw it in his face the 20 dollar notes rained down as the wind blew it around the air , he stood embarassed, all my mates and his buddies cracked up in wave of laughter . his white pale complexion went into a red embarassed look and again he was humbled. .
The sun shone brightly as I walked into the dawn the rays of the sun warmed my face as I continue on my journey like john wayne walking into the sunset with the victory cigar in the mouth.
THE END
keep tuned next episode as the GTO get NOS/NEW TRANNY/exhaust and takes on the
R33 GTR
