Well, I guess I did street race once in the past 10 years. I was between cars and doing a favor for a friend- her mother was no longer able to drive, so I took her mom's car and would drive her three times a week or so for errands. It wasn't a burden, since Ida was a hoot. In any case the car was a Coupe deVille, complete with fake convertible top, gold package, and Vogue tires. One of those cars that you steer with one finger.
In any case, I was driving west on 3rd street one late evening towards Robertson with a guy in a brand new Boxster buzzing my a$$ like gnat. Now, I don't know if any of you have driven a Caddy from the good (bad) old days- it's like they pump anasthetic in the (excellent) climate control: you're just so freaking comfortable that weaving back and forth changing lanes for first place seems like too much effort. You want to drive it with two fingers and listen to Sanatra.
So Mr. Sports car pulls up next to me in the right-turn-only-lane and it's obvious that he's just itching to go straight and get ahead of me. The light turns green he lets out his clutch, and sees my klassy gold rimmed tail-lamps as I use the big V-8's low-end torque to accelerate to... 35.
I'm glad that the new Caddy's actually handle, but I have a soft spot for the old ones: it's like they make driving a climate-controlled video game.
I used to street race, back in my immature days. I still do occasionally-- to the speed limit-- because I'm still immature.
I would love to say, "don't do it!" That would make me a hypocrite, though. Most of the dangers of street racing lies directly in the driver. Street racing in Woodward / Gratiot / Telegraph may be doable since there are no pedestrians in Detroit. Street racing on side streets should be a capital offense.
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Originally posted by murbot
Uh-oh. Kirkie's on another mission.
*grabs popcorn*
It's Catholic plot to rid the world of gays. Ever wonder why all those movie car chases happen in San Francisco?*
* this was a joke. I shouldn't have to tell people this.
In any case, I was driving west on 3rd street one late evening towards Robertson with a guy in a brand new Boxster buzzing my a$$ like gnat. Now, I don't know if any of you have driven a Caddy from the good (bad) old days- it's like they pump anasthetic in the (excellent) climate control: you're just so freaking comfortable that weaving back and forth changing lanes for first place seems like too much effort. You want to drive it with two fingers and listen to Sanatra.
So Mr. Sports car pulls up next to me in the right-turn-only-lane and it's obvious that he's just itching to go straight and get ahead of me. The light turns green he lets out his clutch, and sees my klassy gold rimmed tail-lamps as I use the big V-8's low-end torque to accelerate to... 35.
I'm glad that the new Caddy's actually handle, but I have a soft spot for the old ones: it's like they make driving a climate-controlled video game.
Originally posted by murbot
Uh-oh. Kirkie's on another mission.
*grabs popcorn*
Funniest. Damn. Post. Ever.
Originally posted by Artman @_@
I fúcking love this picture.
Originally posted by addabox
I fúcking love this picture.
It is sort of Village People/Pep Boys dating service, isn't it?
Originally posted by Ebby
Yep. A 1988 Porsche 944, 2.5L Turbo. It has over 176,000 miles on it and has rarely given me problems. I'm going to have it re-painted in a few weeks.
Turbo 944 is not exactly the best for drag racing, although I know quite a few that use it. My friend used to run 11s in the 1/4 on his turbo.
Never ran the Silver State, I did the Pony Express. However, I averaged faster on the autobahn than in that race.
I would love to say, "don't do it!" That would make me a hypocrite, though. Most of the dangers of street racing lies directly in the driver. Street racing in Woodward / Gratiot / Telegraph may be doable since there are no pedestrians in Detroit. Street racing on side streets should be a capital offense.
Take it to the track.