Joined
·
3,900 Posts
Norfolk, Va. 6:00p.m. (Yep, it's dark already.)
I was blazing through downtown to get to a parts store in time before they closed. I had about 10 minutes and it was 20 min. away. (Think Pulp Fiction.
)
I'm pushing the VR-4 through heavy traffic (which was no easy task.) All the time wishing I was in my roommate's MR2 spyder. I'm late, late, late.
Something in my rearview is weaving like crazy trying to catch up to me in all the rush hour mess. Ahhh, Supra headlights. I got stopped at the next light and he had finally made it up to my rear bumper. The light turns green and he swerves to the right, and keeps pace with me.
Funny, the only thing that ran through my head was that I liked the indiglo guages on his A-pillar.
I wind it out in 2nd. and shift into third. A massive whoosh comes from the Supra as he loses half a car length to me.
The next thought I had was that I was doing 60 in a 35 and the pedal was to the floor. Oh well. If I'm gonna make it to the store I guess I'll take a Supra out on the way.
By 80mph, my VR-4 and the pair of indiglo guages in the corner of my eye were well away from the downtown traffic. We were coming up on a 3 lane bridge. Topped the bridge at 100+ and I saw sparks in my passenger side mirror. It's a steep bridge... I guess the supra got airborne for a split-second.
On any other day, I'd remember that cops love to hang out on the median of the other side where they nap speeders as they come over the bridge.
I think to myself that 100 in a 35 is good enough for me and I shut it down. The supra does the flyby.
My next thought was that shuting down at 100 was a BAD idea because the cop that was waiting at the bottom of the hill just lit up like a Christmas tree.
Back to third gear for an instant.... 6000rpm. Shift. Drop it into forth. Those stupid indiglo guages on the supra were getting bigger. (He had slowed down.)
The next thought was pretty funny considering my circumstances... The supra driver was probably thinking that I was giving him the ricer flyby. (There's no rice here btw. )
Fry the brakes. Right turn with no signal. Get lost in suburbia, finally made it to the store with 5 minutes to spare.
All this over a stupid Momo shift boot.
P.S. Yes, this was all in the period of 10-15 min. but god, it felt like an hour!
:mitsu: :mitsu: :mitsu:
I was blazing through downtown to get to a parts store in time before they closed. I had about 10 minutes and it was 20 min. away. (Think Pulp Fiction.
)I'm pushing the VR-4 through heavy traffic (which was no easy task.) All the time wishing I was in my roommate's MR2 spyder. I'm late, late, late.
Something in my rearview is weaving like crazy trying to catch up to me in all the rush hour mess. Ahhh, Supra headlights. I got stopped at the next light and he had finally made it up to my rear bumper. The light turns green and he swerves to the right, and keeps pace with me.
Funny, the only thing that ran through my head was that I liked the indiglo guages on his A-pillar.
I wind it out in 2nd. and shift into third. A massive whoosh comes from the Supra as he loses half a car length to me.
The next thought I had was that I was doing 60 in a 35 and the pedal was to the floor. Oh well. If I'm gonna make it to the store I guess I'll take a Supra out on the way.
By 80mph, my VR-4 and the pair of indiglo guages in the corner of my eye were well away from the downtown traffic. We were coming up on a 3 lane bridge. Topped the bridge at 100+ and I saw sparks in my passenger side mirror. It's a steep bridge... I guess the supra got airborne for a split-second.
On any other day, I'd remember that cops love to hang out on the median of the other side where they nap speeders as they come over the bridge.
I think to myself that 100 in a 35 is good enough for me and I shut it down. The supra does the flyby.
My next thought was that shuting down at 100 was a BAD idea because the cop that was waiting at the bottom of the hill just lit up like a Christmas tree.
Back to third gear for an instant.... 6000rpm. Shift. Drop it into forth. Those stupid indiglo guages on the supra were getting bigger. (He had slowed down.)
The next thought was pretty funny considering my circumstances... The supra driver was probably thinking that I was giving him the ricer flyby. (There's no rice here btw.
)Fry the brakes. Right turn with no signal. Get lost in suburbia, finally made it to the store with 5 minutes to spare.
All this over a stupid Momo shift boot.
P.S. Yes, this was all in the period of 10-15 min. but god, it felt like an hour!
:mitsu: :mitsu: :mitsu:
