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05-01-2012, 08:02 AM
Was heading home from a day of chasing down intermittent electrical issues over at Jimmy's shop... And while we never came up with a 'Gotcha', we hit all of the issues we felt were suspect and she was running like a raped ape. It's been such a long time.
Anywho... I'm about to take my customary Left to the house coming off a main feeder road when I see a New Mustang-vert slicing through traffic, rolling up on the inside lane, so I slip out of the turn lane and saddle up on the outside straight at the light.
Sweet ride this Mustang. Dude a little younger than me, probably mid 40s, but he's got his old lady in the car, so it's hard to tell what's gonna happen.
Light goes green and I sidle out, not wanting to appear too anxious and dude just lays there... so I bust her out to give 'em an idea of what he'd had been setting himself up for, had he been carrying his sack and not letting Momma hold for it for him in her purse.
Next light, we're again at the holeshot... He comes out a little hotter... so I lean her out through second, which pulls a car on him and idle her back to let him pass, putting my nose on his bumper so I could watch his old lady bend his windshield column with his fist... we've got medium traffic, and a couple of miles to the next light, so I just sit back watch, blipping the throttle... as if to say... "Ya know ya wanna... So let's do it... Voom-voom... C'mone son... let her loose."
LOL! She's looking straight ahead, not saying a word... He's looking straight ahead, not saying a word.
We're coming up on slower traffic, (it's a long 45, which should be a 55... and we're doin' about 60) and he's staying constant and readying himself to shut me out as my lane is closing off fast. So I bust her loose and slide into the open inside lane... And yes... He tried, but came way late to the party and by the time he got to the throttle, my rear bumper was already half a car out front and that little demonstration was out of the way.
I'm laughing my butt off.. His old lady (who wasn't bad at all... if ya know what I mean. And probably would look much better without that "Im gonna kill you" snarl wrapped over her grill). Dude is doing his level best to keep from showing teeth... as he is now fully in, BIG SMILE and he's tuned her out.
I slow down, he sidles up, we go from about a 50 roll... Its no contest... The old gal crushed that pony like a bug.
e's now laughing... His old lady's face is now breaking loose and I see her crack what looks like a smile... and we both slow for the approaching light.
I probably screwed up, but as is my habit I positioned for the available hole-shot and Dude missed his chance, so we're three cars apart, two lanes from one another. He's three back on the inside, I'm first out on the outside... Light goes green, and a Dodge charger Hemi pulls out, from the cross lane, cutting me dead off as I role off the green and THAT dude gets on it.
Sadly for him, he did so in the middle of second and there's nothing good that can happen for a heavy-hemi when baby is on a mid-second roll... RedRUM! RED RUM! That pass lasted about 3 seconds... I had 4 or 5 cars on him almost instantly. I figure he got out when he saw the blur and heard the kooks blasting'.
(OH! if I didn't mention it, that was the first day with the new Mickey Drag-radials... ;) Along with the new tubular BMR A-arms. "Hook" was the new word of the day. The new problem is steering with the front end dancing around as she tries to keep her toes on the pavement.)
So to make a long story short if that's even possible at this point. Mustang Dude finally catches up at the next light.
It's a massive intersection with two merge lanes on the other side of the three existing lanes, which sweeps about 20 degrees to the left as it ties into the road ahead. Mustang's up front in the middle, I'm up front on the outside. Light goes green, I give him two cars and I hear him bust it loose when he is approaching his second car huss... then I cut her loose, rolling him and the pony up in short order.
LOL! WHATTA GAS!
Traffic shut us out from there and I'd gone about 10 miles out of my way, so I stuck a wave out the t-top and he returned with a very generous wave, with both of them smiling like a couple of cheerleaders, matching my own "Go-team" grin.
Now that was a blast... But all Z28 owners know that with every HIGH there is at least one low... and in keeping with that natural Law... As I am rolling down my street, I hear what sounds like my Doug-Electric cutout open on the right side. Which is odd, considering I had disconnected them during the troubleshooting of the problems I noted above.
Then, I hear CLANK< CLANK > Clank... BANG and the header is FULLY open and my right side Doug's-cutout is rolling along the road behind me.
Didn't matter... I was in too good a mood to let the next issue on the never ending stream of issue get to me, SO I parked her in the driveway, walked back up the street and picked up the cutout, explaining to my irritated neighbors, "It's a race car... Part of the game." To which they grimaced and returned to watering the grass and no doubt confirming each others suspicions regarding my midlife crisis and groin related inferiority complex.
Which is fine.. They gotta drive that pile off the driveway sooner or later and we'll see what's what.
Anywho... I'm about to take my customary Left to the house coming off a main feeder road when I see a New Mustang-vert slicing through traffic, rolling up on the inside lane, so I slip out of the turn lane and saddle up on the outside straight at the light.
Sweet ride this Mustang. Dude a little younger than me, probably mid 40s, but he's got his old lady in the car, so it's hard to tell what's gonna happen.
Light goes green and I sidle out, not wanting to appear too anxious and dude just lays there... so I bust her out to give 'em an idea of what he'd had been setting himself up for, had he been carrying his sack and not letting Momma hold for it for him in her purse.
Next light, we're again at the holeshot... He comes out a little hotter... so I lean her out through second, which pulls a car on him and idle her back to let him pass, putting my nose on his bumper so I could watch his old lady bend his windshield column with his fist... we've got medium traffic, and a couple of miles to the next light, so I just sit back watch, blipping the throttle... as if to say... "Ya know ya wanna... So let's do it... Voom-voom... C'mone son... let her loose."
LOL! She's looking straight ahead, not saying a word... He's looking straight ahead, not saying a word.
We're coming up on slower traffic, (it's a long 45, which should be a 55... and we're doin' about 60) and he's staying constant and readying himself to shut me out as my lane is closing off fast. So I bust her loose and slide into the open inside lane... And yes... He tried, but came way late to the party and by the time he got to the throttle, my rear bumper was already half a car out front and that little demonstration was out of the way.
I'm laughing my butt off.. His old lady (who wasn't bad at all... if ya know what I mean. And probably would look much better without that "Im gonna kill you" snarl wrapped over her grill). Dude is doing his level best to keep from showing teeth... as he is now fully in, BIG SMILE and he's tuned her out.
I slow down, he sidles up, we go from about a 50 roll... Its no contest... The old gal crushed that pony like a bug.
e's now laughing... His old lady's face is now breaking loose and I see her crack what looks like a smile... and we both slow for the approaching light.
I probably screwed up, but as is my habit I positioned for the available hole-shot and Dude missed his chance, so we're three cars apart, two lanes from one another. He's three back on the inside, I'm first out on the outside... Light goes green, and a Dodge charger Hemi pulls out, from the cross lane, cutting me dead off as I role off the green and THAT dude gets on it.
Sadly for him, he did so in the middle of second and there's nothing good that can happen for a heavy-hemi when baby is on a mid-second roll... RedRUM! RED RUM! That pass lasted about 3 seconds... I had 4 or 5 cars on him almost instantly. I figure he got out when he saw the blur and heard the kooks blasting'.
(OH! if I didn't mention it, that was the first day with the new Mickey Drag-radials... ;) Along with the new tubular BMR A-arms. "Hook" was the new word of the day. The new problem is steering with the front end dancing around as she tries to keep her toes on the pavement.)
So to make a long story short if that's even possible at this point. Mustang Dude finally catches up at the next light.
It's a massive intersection with two merge lanes on the other side of the three existing lanes, which sweeps about 20 degrees to the left as it ties into the road ahead. Mustang's up front in the middle, I'm up front on the outside. Light goes green, I give him two cars and I hear him bust it loose when he is approaching his second car huss... then I cut her loose, rolling him and the pony up in short order.
LOL! WHATTA GAS!
Traffic shut us out from there and I'd gone about 10 miles out of my way, so I stuck a wave out the t-top and he returned with a very generous wave, with both of them smiling like a couple of cheerleaders, matching my own "Go-team" grin.
Now that was a blast... But all Z28 owners know that with every HIGH there is at least one low... and in keeping with that natural Law... As I am rolling down my street, I hear what sounds like my Doug-Electric cutout open on the right side. Which is odd, considering I had disconnected them during the troubleshooting of the problems I noted above.
Then, I hear CLANK< CLANK > Clank... BANG and the header is FULLY open and my right side Doug's-cutout is rolling along the road behind me.
Didn't matter... I was in too good a mood to let the next issue on the never ending stream of issue get to me, SO I parked her in the driveway, walked back up the street and picked up the cutout, explaining to my irritated neighbors, "It's a race car... Part of the game." To which they grimaced and returned to watering the grass and no doubt confirming each others suspicions regarding my midlife crisis and groin related inferiority complex.
Which is fine.. They gotta drive that pile off the driveway sooner or later and we'll see what's what.