Best Kill Story Ever!

[LaureltheQueen]

Geo Metro Vs. Ford Festiva (author unknown)

I borrowed my wife's Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power, three 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"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed it's 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 schoolbus-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 hte 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 agains the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched it's legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, thought, 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! An old woman in the crosswalk casta 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, an di heard the not 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 per 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, sharling, with 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 the carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as i cam 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 - not 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 P165/55/R13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck and neck, to the red light. I tightened my dirving gloves, ready for another round, then whis 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 Volkswagen Van!

[JasonGrahn]

oooooollllldddd neeeeewwwwwsssss

[BAC5.2]

haha, I've read that before. Funny story

[Yukonart]

Sounds like Marty before he got his GSR.

[com4]

<3

that's the stuff the seven cylnder squad is made out of. (coined by dave)

[DLC]

haha, true that!

[Legacy777]

hahaha.....nice

[G-reg]

That's how I felt driving my first car, a 87 Volvo 240. 2Tons+90hp+200,000mi+auto+barndoor aero=that metro probably would have burned me.

[LegacyPunk]

That reminds me of the days of driving my family's mini van and racing unsuspecting cars that had no idea we were racing, I always won

[Yukonart]

That reminds me of the days of driving my family's mini van and racing unsuspecting cars that had no idea we were racing, I always won

Gangsta!!!

[BAC5.2]

I do that still. And the race ends when I say it does.

"Sorry buddy, the race ended back there..."

[evolutionmovement]

I used to do that in my '84 wagon - it would kill almost anything for the first 20 ror 30 feet and then I'd just back off (because then almost anything could kill it). The best was when the exhaust fell off and I got cut off by a Mercedes. I dropped it in first, pulled up alongside and repeatedly punched the gas. Everytime I hit it the front end jumped and the exhaust blared like a musclecar with glasspacks. The guy backed way off and wouldn't get near me after that - I loved that car.

Steve

[entirelyturbo]

Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection

Priceless!