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This happened a couple of weekends ago, just came back to me as I'm reading all of these posts. Hope you like:
Me and my roommate were going to his boy's house to do an audio install for me in Mt.Vernon(we're coming from Queens, via the Van Wyck). I'm doing my conservative 80 mph, not racing, just whipping in and out of traffic, that where SL's do their damage
Anyway, I'm doing my thing when this black Integra comes on the Van Wyck, about a few hundred feet ahead of me. Had the body kit, the lights, the big-ass 5inch exhaust, the whole nine. Done pretty nicely, as far as Acuras goes. He's a little slower than me as he gets on and I really didn't pay him any mind as I slowly passed him. This is the way I drive, I wasn't challenging the guy, honestly. All of a sudden, I hear this loud lawnmower of a car gunning it behind me, and cuts to my left.
He gives me a look as he passes me.
WTF?!! I turn to my boy, he looks at me and I'm on him. I make out the little GSR(have no idea if it's authentic) on his rear as I catch up to him. I make out his turbo guage cluster on the dash as I ride next to him, now about 100 mph. I glance over, his face was intent on trying to beat me.
Remember, I said I was in traffic, and I LOVE to run this car in traffic(I know, I know. It's my nature). So back to the story.
By this time, we're approaching the Whitestone Bridge, the traffic merges from 4 lanes to 2. This is where I shine. At a 120 mph, I dip in and out of traffic. The cars in my way seems set up perfectly for me as I swing in and out. I glance at the rear view to see where my Integra friend is, dude is waaaaay back there, you can hear the exhaust howling. I bring it down to 3rd gear as I'm hitting the bridge. Those transit cops usually lurk around towards the end. I cross the bridge and pay my toll. I'm on my way, keeping speed limit, cause now I'm curious to see what he does next. Eventually, our boy catches up and keeps pace right behind me. I'm not doing anything at this point, I have nothing to prove. Then there's that howl again as he finally makes his move and cuts to my right this time. Yes NA's are considered slow, I hear it too often on this site, but at between 50 - 100 mph, they are contenders, at least with me driving one. I catch up to Integra-man(this is the name me and my boy came up with at this time), and once again, I inch past our hero. I glance at him again, and he is HATING this! The look on his face, priceless!!! I do my thing with the dipping for a couple of more miles, getting off at my exit, dude passes me flashing his blinkers. I don't know if it was respect to me or is it cause he thinks he won or what. Who knows, who cares, there's my story.
Me and my roommate were going to his boy's house to do an audio install for me in Mt.Vernon(we're coming from Queens, via the Van Wyck). I'm doing my conservative 80 mph, not racing, just whipping in and out of traffic, that where SL's do their damage
Anyway, I'm doing my thing when this black Integra comes on the Van Wyck, about a few hundred feet ahead of me. Had the body kit, the lights, the big-ass 5inch exhaust, the whole nine. Done pretty nicely, as far as Acuras goes. He's a little slower than me as he gets on and I really didn't pay him any mind as I slowly passed him. This is the way I drive, I wasn't challenging the guy, honestly. All of a sudden, I hear this loud lawnmower of a car gunning it behind me, and cuts to my left. He gives me a look as he passes me.
WTF?!! I turn to my boy, he looks at me and I'm on him. I make out the little GSR(have no idea if it's authentic) on his rear as I catch up to him. I make out his turbo guage cluster on the dash as I ride next to him, now about 100 mph. I glance over, his face was intent on trying to beat me.
Remember, I said I was in traffic, and I LOVE to run this car in traffic(I know, I know. It's my nature)
. So back to the story.By this time, we're approaching the Whitestone Bridge, the traffic merges from 4 lanes to 2. This is where I shine. At a 120 mph, I dip in and out of traffic. The cars in my way seems set up perfectly for me as I swing in and out. I glance at the rear view to see where my Integra friend is, dude is waaaaay back there, you can hear the exhaust howling. I bring it down to 3rd gear as I'm hitting the bridge. Those transit cops usually lurk around towards the end. I cross the bridge and pay my toll. I'm on my way, keeping speed limit, cause now I'm curious to see what he does next. Eventually, our boy catches up and keeps pace right behind me. I'm not doing anything at this point, I have nothing to prove. Then there's that howl again as he finally makes his move and cuts to my right this time. Yes NA's are considered slow, I hear it too often on this site, but at between 50 - 100 mph, they are contenders, at least with me driving one. I catch up to Integra-man(this is the name me and my boy came up with at this time), and once again, I inch past our hero. I glance at him again, and he is HATING this! The look on his face, priceless!!! I do my thing with the dipping for a couple of more miles, getting off at my exit, dude passes me flashing his blinkers. I don't know if it was respect to me or is it cause he thinks he won or what. Who knows, who cares, there's my story.
