okay, disclaimer: I do not condone street or highway racing. I do not
encourage you to try this at home, near your home, or even on a closed
corse. The other cars cannot be trusted.
That being said, the battle:
So i'm coming home from Ikea, a large furniture store in Washington state,
going up this large hill on the freeway... i'm doing 70, no problem, passing
the people going 65 and 60 and whatnot. Near the top of the hill, there is a
large turn (this is at the top of 512 in puyallup, for those in who are in
the know), there is a Chevy Cavalier to my left, and a semi truck putting up
the hill in front of me. So i pass the semi on the right cuz it turns into 4
lanes at this point, this passing the semi on the right kinda forces me to
"cut the corner."
The punks in the cavalier see this as some sort of testosterone challenge.
I didn't intend it to be, but that's how it turned out.
So they floor it, i can see them coming a mile a way (figuratively), so i
drop it into fourth and floor it. Good thing i fabbed up that makeshift cold
air intake, helped a lot at the higher revs. next thing i know, (since the
cavalier was on the loud pedal before i was) he's up on my left giving me a
dirty look.
well i'm already pulling away. Gotta love the torque of the large four cyl.
that we were blessed with in comparision with the puny chevy. i'm doing 85..
90.. 95.. 100.. Chevy looks like it hit a rev. limiter or something. i'm
just walking away. I figure i'm far enough away, so i give him the taillamp
wink to let him know that he's been rung out to dry using the "P" switch on
the steering column. Hes about an eigth to a quarter of a mile back now. so
i coast it a ways thinking i've used up enough gas on this guy.
well he doedsn't think that it's over. All of a suddenhes on my ass. I drop
it into 4th (again), match revs, and brake check him then i floor it
again.,.. Again, i walk away.. These punk kids don't learn. I'm coming up
to my exit, so i slow downa little, and get in the right lane then to the
offramp, well, this bugger is still on my ass like a bad hemrhoid. i'm not
worried about him, but then he goes and takes up the whole offramp and
nearly whacks someone off the road. I'm going to be turning left, so he gets
up and turns right. (chicken!)
I say to my passengerts (two of them) "what do ya think"
one replies "i dunno"
the other one (the female) goes "I woulda gone after 'em"
sounds good to me. So i bank right, and i'm up on thier tail now. only not
so close, cuz i don't want to hurt my car or my passengers. we're doin 50
down a side road and he tries to make a quick cut into an even more narrow
side road. He plows.. I can hear his car in my head.. Wheels turned, car
going straight.. I laugh. I cut the corner, beautiful turn, end up more
inside then he was in his moms womb. I look over at him and his eyes are
the size of dinner plates. I stop and smile, and let him get in front of me.
He just sits there, and his passenger throws his hands up in the air like he
wants to fight or something.
Well as the old saying goes "he who fights and runs away, lives to fight
another day," i take this opportunity to show him i can out-accel him from
dead stop as well as from a running go like on the freeway.
No match, i was dots to him in mere seconds. ..
I go home, driving conservitively to let the car cool off, laughing with my
passengers about the beauty of all wheel drive (they own an eclipse GSX)..
They got beat by a 4 door. I wonder how that makes them feel.
Jason
1990 LS AWD
168k on the odo
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hahaha.....that's lovely. I just love people like that! In PA the highways are pretty open, some anyway, and you get the neon that thinks he's hot shit. This has happen to me as well as my uncle. We'll be cruisen along 70 or something, and here's this neon chompin at the bit on your ass. I accelerate to about 90-100....the sucker's still back there. This is usually the limit...whether it be car or driver. I dump it. There's very few that will follow to 110+ Not that I'm saying do that all the time....the condition has to be safe.
Oh...got another story. This was back in high school 4 so years ago. I had a friend he had a 74 nova. It had a 350 on it, I think at the time it only had a 2 barrel carb on it. Well I was following him around the lake later at night, and there's this one section of road that is pretty straight...good for drag racing....he stops...I'm sittin behind him...waitin for him to go...he's like come on up..waving me up....so I go up there. His brother is eggin him on and his passengers are yellin and shit.....I was by myself. So we dump it....it was pretty much neck and neck till I hit second gear...which is around 40. After that I just pulled away....he never really caught up. Now I don't know if he switched gears the same time I did or he was just a lousy driver or what...but with an auto...you just stick it to the floor so I can't see how you can screw up that.....he said he let out of it or wasn't trying....hahhaha...s! uuurreee. I thought that was pretty funny.
Oh oh...I thought of another one
This is senior year in HS...day of graduation. We had grad practice earlier in the day...we grad later that night....so after grad practice...all the motor heads were out in the parkin lot doin burn outs. A few of them were my friends. The one guy was like "light 'em up" He had been tellin me to do that for quite some time....so to shut him up I did....this was when I had almost bald stock tires and wheels on. I pulled up facing the opposite direction of the exit. Pulled the e-brake up, put the car in neutral...revved it about 2-3 grand...not a lot...then dropped it in to gear....gave it more gas...but not too much to cause the tranny to shift. Then as I was gettin on the power, I cranked the wheel all the way to left...so it took most of the weight of that front left wheel....that sucker just sat there and spun...the car slowly started moving and was starting to! drag the ass end. When the car started coming around and getting traction...I let the ebrake off and was probably up to 30-40 and had to negotiate around a huge ass speed bump. I looked back and there was SHITLOADS OF SMOKE. I heard the tire picking up rocks as I was leaving. I talked to my friends that were out there watching later that day...they said that was an awesome burnout.....hahaha...this was comin from muscle car guys too...hahaha....DAMN I wish I could've gotten that on tape...it was awesome.
Well that's some stories from my early years of driving...they were quite fun....I don't think my auto tranny has the umph left in it to be doin that.....plus the kicker is...I just got a NA 2.2....DAMN I wish I had the turbo
NOTE & DISCLAIMER.....do not attempt these feats...they were done by trained professionals...haha....or crazy teenagers...
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Josh Colombo
jcc189@psu.edu < mailto:jcc189@psu.edu>
"Life, an ever-changing melody
of beats and rhythm" - ME
************************************
-----Original Message-----
From: jason grahn [ mailto:jgrahn555@hotmail.com]
Sent: Tuesday, February 27, 2001 10:19 AM
To: BC-BFLegacyWorks@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [BC-BFLegacyWorks] War Story
okay, disclaimer: I do not condone street or highway racing. I do not
encourage you to try this at home, near your home, or even on a closed
corse. The other cars cannot be trusted.
That being said, the battle:
So i'm coming home from Ikea, a large furniture store in Washington state,
going up this large hill on the freeway... i'm doing 70, no problem, passing
the people going 65 and 60 and whatnot. Near the top of the hill, there is a
large turn (this is at the top of 512 in puyallup, for those in who are in
the know), there is a Chevy Cavalier to my left, and a semi truck putting up
the hill in front of me. So i pass the semi on the right cuz it turns into 4
lanes at this point, this passing the semi on the right kinda forces me to
"cut the corner."
The punks in the cavalier see this as some sort of testosterone challenge.
I didn't intend it to be, but that's how it turned out.
So they floor it, i can see them coming a mile a way (figuratively), so i
drop it into fourth and floor it. Good thing i fabbed up that makeshift cold
air intake, helped a lot at the higher revs. next thing i know, (since the
cavalier was on the loud pedal before i was) he's up on my left giving me a
dirty look.
well i'm already pulling away. Gotta love the torque of the large four cyl.
that we were blessed with in comparision with the puny chevy. i'm doing 85..
90.. 95.. 100.. Chevy looks like it hit a rev. limiter or something. i'm
just walking away. I figure i'm far enough away, so i give him the taillamp
wink to let him know that he's been rung out to dry using the "P" switch on
the steering column. Hes about an eigth to a quarter of a mile back now. so
i coast it a ways thinking i've used up enough gas on this guy.
well he doedsn't think that it's over. All of a suddenhes on my ass. I drop
it into 4th (again), match revs, and brake check him then i floor it
again.,.. Again, i walk away.. These punk kids don't learn. I'm coming up
to my exit, so i slow downa little, and get in the right lane then to the
offramp, well, this bugger is still on my ass like a bad hemrhoid. i'm not
worried about him, but then he goes and takes up the whole offramp and
nearly whacks someone off the road. I'm going to be turning left, so he gets
up and turns right. (chicken!)
I say to my passengerts (two of them) "what do ya think"
one replies "i dunno"
the other one (the female) goes "I woulda gone after 'em"
sounds good to me. So i bank right, and i'm up on thier tail now. only not
so close, cuz i don't want to hurt my car or my passengers. we're doin 50
down a side road and he tries to make a quick cut into an even more narrow
side road. He plows.. I can hear his car in my head.. Wheels turned, car
going straight.. I laugh. I cut the corner, beautiful turn, end up more
inside then he was in his moms womb. I look over at him and his eyes are
the size of dinner plates. I stop and smile, and let him get in front of me.
He just sits there, and his passenger throws his hands up in the air like he
wants to fight or something.
Well as the old saying goes "he who fights and runs away, lives to fight
another day," i take this opportunity to show him i can out-accel him from
dead stop as well as from a running go like on the freeway.
No match, i was dots to him in mere seconds. ..
I go home, driving conservitively to let the car cool off, laughing with my
passengers about the beauty of all wheel drive (they own an eclipse GSX)..
They got beat by a 4 door. I wonder how that makes them feel.
Jason
1990 LS AWD
168k on the odo
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Oh...got another story. This was back in high school 4 so years ago. I had a friend he had a 74 nova. It had a 350 on it, I think at the time it only had a 2 barrel carb on it. Well I was following him around the lake later at night, and there's this one section of road that is pretty straight...good for drag racing....he stops...I'm sittin behind him...waitin for him to go...he's like come on up..waving me up....so I go up there. His brother is eggin him on and his passengers are yellin and shit.....I was by myself. So we dump it....it was pretty much neck and neck till I hit second gear...which is around 40. After that I just pulled away....he never really caught up. Now I don't know if he switched gears the same time I did or he was just a lousy driver or what...but with an auto...you just stick it to the floor so I can't see how you can screw up that.....he said he let out of it or wasn't trying....hahhaha...s! uuurreee. I thought that was pretty funny.
Oh oh...I thought of another one
This is senior year in HS...day of graduation. We had grad practice earlier in the day...we grad later that night....so after grad practice...all the motor heads were out in the parkin lot doin burn outs. A few of them were my friends. The one guy was like "light 'em up" He had been tellin me to do that for quite some time....so to shut him up I did....this was when I had almost bald stock tires and wheels on. I pulled up facing the opposite direction of the exit. Pulled the e-brake up, put the car in neutral...revved it about 2-3 grand...not a lot...then dropped it in to gear....gave it more gas...but not too much to cause the tranny to shift. Then as I was gettin on the power, I cranked the wheel all the way to left...so it took most of the weight of that front left wheel....that sucker just sat there and spun...the car slowly started moving and was starting to! drag the ass end. When the car started coming around and getting traction...I let the ebrake off and was probably up to 30-40 and had to negotiate around a huge ass speed bump. I looked back and there was SHITLOADS OF SMOKE. I heard the tire picking up rocks as I was leaving. I talked to my friends that were out there watching later that day...they said that was an awesome burnout.....hahaha...this was comin from muscle car guys too...hahaha....DAMN I wish I could've gotten that on tape...it was awesome. Well that's some stories from my early years of driving...they were quite fun....I don't think my auto tranny has the umph left in it to be doin that.....plus the kicker is...I just got a NA 2.2....DAMN I wish I had the turbo
NOTE & DISCLAIMER.....do not attempt these feats...they were done by trained professionals...haha....or crazy teenagers...
************************************
Josh Colombo
jcc189@psu.edu < mailto:jcc189@psu.edu>
"Life, an ever-changing melody
of beats and rhythm" - ME
************************************
-----Original Message-----
From: jason grahn [ mailto:jgrahn555@hotmail.com]
Sent: Tuesday, February 27, 2001 10:19 AM
To: BC-BFLegacyWorks@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [BC-BFLegacyWorks] War Story
okay, disclaimer: I do not condone street or highway racing. I do not
encourage you to try this at home, near your home, or even on a closed
corse. The other cars cannot be trusted.
That being said, the battle:
So i'm coming home from Ikea, a large furniture store in Washington state,
going up this large hill on the freeway... i'm doing 70, no problem, passing
the people going 65 and 60 and whatnot. Near the top of the hill, there is a
large turn (this is at the top of 512 in puyallup, for those in who are in
the know), there is a Chevy Cavalier to my left, and a semi truck putting up
the hill in front of me. So i pass the semi on the right cuz it turns into 4
lanes at this point, this passing the semi on the right kinda forces me to
"cut the corner."
The punks in the cavalier see this as some sort of testosterone challenge.
I didn't intend it to be, but that's how it turned out.
So they floor it, i can see them coming a mile a way (figuratively), so i
drop it into fourth and floor it. Good thing i fabbed up that makeshift cold
air intake, helped a lot at the higher revs. next thing i know, (since the
cavalier was on the loud pedal before i was) he's up on my left giving me a
dirty look.
well i'm already pulling away. Gotta love the torque of the large four cyl.
that we were blessed with in comparision with the puny chevy. i'm doing 85..
90.. 95.. 100.. Chevy looks like it hit a rev. limiter or something. i'm
just walking away. I figure i'm far enough away, so i give him the taillamp
wink to let him know that he's been rung out to dry using the "P" switch on
the steering column. Hes about an eigth to a quarter of a mile back now. so
i coast it a ways thinking i've used up enough gas on this guy.
well he doedsn't think that it's over. All of a suddenhes on my ass. I drop
it into 4th (again), match revs, and brake check him then i floor it
again.,.. Again, i walk away.. These punk kids don't learn. I'm coming up
to my exit, so i slow downa little, and get in the right lane then to the
offramp, well, this bugger is still on my ass like a bad hemrhoid. i'm not
worried about him, but then he goes and takes up the whole offramp and
nearly whacks someone off the road. I'm going to be turning left, so he gets
up and turns right. (chicken!)
I say to my passengerts (two of them) "what do ya think"
one replies "i dunno"
the other one (the female) goes "I woulda gone after 'em"
sounds good to me. So i bank right, and i'm up on thier tail now. only not
so close, cuz i don't want to hurt my car or my passengers. we're doin 50
down a side road and he tries to make a quick cut into an even more narrow
side road. He plows.. I can hear his car in my head.. Wheels turned, car
going straight.. I laugh. I cut the corner, beautiful turn, end up more
inside then he was in his moms womb. I look over at him and his eyes are
the size of dinner plates. I stop and smile, and let him get in front of me.
He just sits there, and his passenger throws his hands up in the air like he
wants to fight or something.
Well as the old saying goes "he who fights and runs away, lives to fight
another day," i take this opportunity to show him i can out-accel him from
dead stop as well as from a running go like on the freeway.
No match, i was dots to him in mere seconds. ..
I go home, driving conservitively to let the car cool off, laughing with my
passengers about the beauty of all wheel drive (they own an eclipse GSX)..
They got beat by a 4 door. I wonder how that makes them feel.
Jason
1990 LS AWD
168k on the odo
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Carl Andersen
War Story
Don't tell my kids I did this...... I certainly don't want them to
learn to drive from me!
So I am on F street in Omaha NE on a bright sunshiny day. Noonish as I
recall. I am east bound needing to turn left at the light to go up the
hill 3/4 mile to L street and on to the mall. At L street you must be
in the right hand lane to turn right but you may go straight if you
wish.
Back at F street it is 2 lane except at the light where they have 2
left turn lanes. I was diving normal 45 in the 40 mph zone when a
youngster in his Chevy 4x4 "ZR whatever" pickup pulled up behind and got
pretty pushy. We got to the light at the same time, me in the right
left hand lane and him in the inside left lane.
When the light changed I floored it and so did he. My wife grabbed the
"Oh Shit" handle over her door, he thought he would get ahead of me and
turn right onto L street. Little did he know the Touring Wagon had AWD
and Turbo. We beat him around the corner and were headed up the hill
side by side. He started to feint like he was going to pull into my
lane and made me mad. I normally would have let him have the lane after
showing him he couldn't beat me to it, but not today. He gave it up
with just enough time to drop back and get into his rightful place
before his turn.
Some times "GG" the Grocery Getter has to show her stuff to the Cowboy
Cadillacs.
93 Touring Wagon
Automatic 100,000 and a ding in the rear bumper.
Otherwise she is "Stock".
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learn to drive from me!
So I am on F street in Omaha NE on a bright sunshiny day. Noonish as I
recall. I am east bound needing to turn left at the light to go up the
hill 3/4 mile to L street and on to the mall. At L street you must be
in the right hand lane to turn right but you may go straight if you
wish.
Back at F street it is 2 lane except at the light where they have 2
left turn lanes. I was diving normal 45 in the 40 mph zone when a
youngster in his Chevy 4x4 "ZR whatever" pickup pulled up behind and got
pretty pushy. We got to the light at the same time, me in the right
left hand lane and him in the inside left lane.
When the light changed I floored it and so did he. My wife grabbed the
"Oh Shit" handle over her door, he thought he would get ahead of me and
turn right onto L street. Little did he know the Touring Wagon had AWD
and Turbo. We beat him around the corner and were headed up the hill
side by side. He started to feint like he was going to pull into my
lane and made me mad. I normally would have let him have the lane after
showing him he couldn't beat me to it, but not today. He gave it up
with just enough time to drop back and get into his rightful place
before his turn.
Some times "GG" the Grocery Getter has to show her stuff to the Cowboy
Cadillacs.
93 Touring Wagon
Automatic 100,000 and a ding in the rear bumper.
Otherwise she is "Stock".
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Matt Walters
War Story
Well, since we're bustin' out the domestic-slaying stories....
[DISCLAIMER: I do not suggest trying this at home or at all. It could
result in death, dismemberment, or worse - but you already knew that.]
Many of my friends are gearheads, but they're mostly into domestics... one
friend has a '69 Hemi Cuda, another has a '69 Nova SS, etc etc. Now, one
of my friends is also a cop.
So one night we're all sitting around a fire drinking a few beer and my
friend the cop looks at me and says "I've heard that car of yours is pretty
fast." (I'll leave out all the Honda slayings I was forced to do in this
town in order to gain that reputation). I look right back at him and I say
"It is." His next question? "Do you figure it's faster than my
cruiser?" And naturally I answered yes. Well, needless to say, nobody
else is talking around the fire at this point. Kevin and I are the center
of attention.
"So whaddayathink, tomorrow at noon we'll meet at the bottom of the Hill?"
The hill is a 6km or so stretch of the most beautiful winding roads you've
ever seen - oh, and did I mention the fact that it's practically straight
up and down?
"Sure thing, Kev," I say. "Just make sure you co-workers are elsewhere."
Next day, noon, we both show up - as do all of our friends. They all bomb
up the Hill in a pickup and wait at the stopsign at the top of the Hill
that's to serve as our finish line - they're going to judge who won and
keep people from coming down the Hill. One of Kevin's friends stays behind
to start us off. When his cellphone rings and he's told that the Hill is
clear, he puts his hands up in the air.
Anyone who's ever been in a race of any kind knows the feeling of sheer
disbelief that what's about to happen is actually about to happen... the
three or four seconds between "ready?" and "GO!!" seem like about six
years. Just imagine this when you're racing against a police officer in a
*marked*patrol*car*.
"Ready?"
I'm sitting here thinking "should I actually be doing this? Is he going
to pull me over?" Meanwhile, I've pulled my tach up to about 5000RPM and
have selected first gear...
"Set?"
I look over at Kevin and he's grinning at me. I figure this is a good
sign. I can't hear his car, but then I can't hear anything right now from
the blood pumping in my ears. It seems like a lifetime passes before the
guy says -
"GO!!!"
The guy's arms drop, and we're off.
I'm proud to say that the cruiser never had a chance. I think most of you
are familiar with my Legacy turbo, if not it's a bit of a monster (270
wheel HP, suspension work, yadda yadda yadda) - and by the second corner I
couldn't even see the cruiser. I kept the pedal to the floor all the way
up the Hill, well into fifth gear... I just wish Kevin had been closer so
he could have seen how beautifully our cars drift.
I can't tell you how much time passed from my handbrake turn cum
side-of-road-parkjob at the top of the Hill (the stories my friends tell
range from 30 seconds to two minutes, so I'll never be sure). All I can
tell you is that Kevin bought a turbo Legacy about three months later.
Believe it or not, this is a true story.
-=[Matt]=-
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[DISCLAIMER: I do not suggest trying this at home or at all. It could
result in death, dismemberment, or worse - but you already knew that.]
Many of my friends are gearheads, but they're mostly into domestics... one
friend has a '69 Hemi Cuda, another has a '69 Nova SS, etc etc. Now, one
of my friends is also a cop.
So one night we're all sitting around a fire drinking a few beer and my
friend the cop looks at me and says "I've heard that car of yours is pretty
fast." (I'll leave out all the Honda slayings I was forced to do in this
town in order to gain that reputation). I look right back at him and I say
"It is." His next question? "Do you figure it's faster than my
cruiser?" And naturally I answered yes. Well, needless to say, nobody
else is talking around the fire at this point. Kevin and I are the center
of attention.
"So whaddayathink, tomorrow at noon we'll meet at the bottom of the Hill?"
The hill is a 6km or so stretch of the most beautiful winding roads you've
ever seen - oh, and did I mention the fact that it's practically straight
up and down?
"Sure thing, Kev," I say. "Just make sure you co-workers are elsewhere."
Next day, noon, we both show up - as do all of our friends. They all bomb
up the Hill in a pickup and wait at the stopsign at the top of the Hill
that's to serve as our finish line - they're going to judge who won and
keep people from coming down the Hill. One of Kevin's friends stays behind
to start us off. When his cellphone rings and he's told that the Hill is
clear, he puts his hands up in the air.
Anyone who's ever been in a race of any kind knows the feeling of sheer
disbelief that what's about to happen is actually about to happen... the
three or four seconds between "ready?" and "GO!!" seem like about six
years. Just imagine this when you're racing against a police officer in a
*marked*patrol*car*.
"Ready?"
I'm sitting here thinking "should I actually be doing this? Is he going
to pull me over?" Meanwhile, I've pulled my tach up to about 5000RPM and
have selected first gear...
"Set?"
I look over at Kevin and he's grinning at me. I figure this is a good
sign. I can't hear his car, but then I can't hear anything right now from
the blood pumping in my ears. It seems like a lifetime passes before the
guy says -
"GO!!!"
The guy's arms drop, and we're off.
I'm proud to say that the cruiser never had a chance. I think most of you
are familiar with my Legacy turbo, if not it's a bit of a monster (270
wheel HP, suspension work, yadda yadda yadda) - and by the second corner I
couldn't even see the cruiser. I kept the pedal to the floor all the way
up the Hill, well into fifth gear... I just wish Kevin had been closer so
he could have seen how beautifully our cars drift.
I can't tell you how much time passed from my handbrake turn cum
side-of-road-parkjob at the top of the Hill (the stories my friends tell
range from 30 seconds to two minutes, so I'll never be sure). All I can
tell you is that Kevin bought a turbo Legacy about three months later.
Believe it or not, this is a true story.
-=[Matt]=-
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Dave C
War Story
If i had any War Stories to tell i would, but for some reason i just
don't attract any attention around here except with the local SCCA
guys. They're just a bunch of 2.5RS, Integra, Golf GTI, 325i driving
fools. When we cruise though, rest assured the don't walk away from
me at the stoplight, i'm the one braking not to hit them
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don't attract any attention around here except with the local SCCA
guys. They're just a bunch of 2.5RS, Integra, Golf GTI, 325i driving
fools. When we cruise though, rest assured the don't walk away from
me at the stoplight, i'm the one braking not to hit them
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