Firefighter Z
06-15-2009, 09:50 PM
Well since I'm new here and I don't like to brag about races much, but I thought this one was funny.
I have a coworker with a 1969 Impala 2dr with a 327 who is a complete idiot because he couldn't tell me what size engine he had, so I had to look.
Well anyways he kept bragging how fast his car is and how it would smoke my Camaro to the other coworkers... I didn't mind it to much, just some dumb 19 year old kid runnig his mouth you know... Then the taunts start rolling from his mouth and it takes alot to get me going.
So I got fed up and told him if you think your worthy enough to race my Camaro you'll need to race my 2003 Impala 3.4L. I told him my car was stock down to the air filter. He declined so I told him its the only way you're going to race the Camaro is that if you can beat the Impala otherwise STFU you puss.
He asked how are we going to do this, I said when the light turns green then it's legit and no one can bitch about it, if you sleep that's your problem. He agreed.
So we go to our cars after work and I'm sitting in the lot watching him trying to start his car.... After what seemed like 5 minutes he finally got it going and then the smell hit me, raw gas... I look at his tail pipes and I can just see it coming out, so right then I knew it was going to be an easy race cause with raw gas and no sound of a cam put a smile on my face.
Finally we line up at the light, I turn the TCS off, drop it down to 1 cause I'm going to manually shift it cause I want to put the hurt on him... I stall up and hear the moaning of the brakes knowing that this is the max stall I can get.... Him: well he's reving to the moon, I'm just waiting for the pop to occur.
Light goes green and I'm off with little tire chirp, I bounce off the rev once I go to 2 and I look in my mirror and I am just putting about 2 cars on him and I can hear his 327 just screaming away... I go to 3rd and now he's starting to fade, I keep it floored till about 90 and let off and noticed hes about 2.5 school buses back, so I am slowing down and he's still trucking along so I let him blow by me and his car is still screaming.
He let off the gas and I have slowed down to 50mph and I saw the most funniest thing, his car backfired and the flame was so big it looked like a flash bang and then I notice that his 2 mufflers shot out from underneath. It looked like something from the Uncle Buck movie with his car smoking and all. But he kept on driving along like nothing happend.
So I stopped and picked up his mufflers.
The next morning I brought his mufflers in a plastic bad and told him the next time I see him littering I am calling the police on him and then I proceed to tell everyone the outcome of the race and why I brought the mufflers in. Everyone gave him shit like you wouldn't believe and I said dont worry about racing the Camaro, you think me beating you in my Impala by bus lengths was bad, I would be putting train lengths on you with the Camaro.
BTW: he blew up the Imapla 3 days later and got fired for not showing up to work.
I hope you like the kill story, since I'm not to good at telling them.
I have a coworker with a 1969 Impala 2dr with a 327 who is a complete idiot because he couldn't tell me what size engine he had, so I had to look.
Well anyways he kept bragging how fast his car is and how it would smoke my Camaro to the other coworkers... I didn't mind it to much, just some dumb 19 year old kid runnig his mouth you know... Then the taunts start rolling from his mouth and it takes alot to get me going.
So I got fed up and told him if you think your worthy enough to race my Camaro you'll need to race my 2003 Impala 3.4L. I told him my car was stock down to the air filter. He declined so I told him its the only way you're going to race the Camaro is that if you can beat the Impala otherwise STFU you puss.
He asked how are we going to do this, I said when the light turns green then it's legit and no one can bitch about it, if you sleep that's your problem. He agreed.
So we go to our cars after work and I'm sitting in the lot watching him trying to start his car.... After what seemed like 5 minutes he finally got it going and then the smell hit me, raw gas... I look at his tail pipes and I can just see it coming out, so right then I knew it was going to be an easy race cause with raw gas and no sound of a cam put a smile on my face.
Finally we line up at the light, I turn the TCS off, drop it down to 1 cause I'm going to manually shift it cause I want to put the hurt on him... I stall up and hear the moaning of the brakes knowing that this is the max stall I can get.... Him: well he's reving to the moon, I'm just waiting for the pop to occur.
Light goes green and I'm off with little tire chirp, I bounce off the rev once I go to 2 and I look in my mirror and I am just putting about 2 cars on him and I can hear his 327 just screaming away... I go to 3rd and now he's starting to fade, I keep it floored till about 90 and let off and noticed hes about 2.5 school buses back, so I am slowing down and he's still trucking along so I let him blow by me and his car is still screaming.
He let off the gas and I have slowed down to 50mph and I saw the most funniest thing, his car backfired and the flame was so big it looked like a flash bang and then I notice that his 2 mufflers shot out from underneath. It looked like something from the Uncle Buck movie with his car smoking and all. But he kept on driving along like nothing happend.
So I stopped and picked up his mufflers.
The next morning I brought his mufflers in a plastic bad and told him the next time I see him littering I am calling the police on him and then I proceed to tell everyone the outcome of the race and why I brought the mufflers in. Everyone gave him shit like you wouldn't believe and I said dont worry about racing the Camaro, you think me beating you in my Impala by bus lengths was bad, I would be putting train lengths on you with the Camaro.
BTW: he blew up the Imapla 3 days later and got fired for not showing up to work.
I hope you like the kill story, since I'm not to good at telling them.