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Racing Stories |
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My stories: |
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Well, here goes the first story of this page. First off, all my stories will be pretty weak since i drive a pretty much stock corolla. Ok, i was coming home from somewhere, i forget where, but it doesnt matter. it was about midnight, but the freeway wasnt really that empty. anyways, i was going just going with the flow in the fast lane at about 70, which i guess is pretty slow and i see a white rice rocket pull up into my blindspot one lane over. i decide to speed up a little to see what it is, i do and he just takes off. he's not that fast by the way. it was a newer eclipse with one of those bookshelf wings and big muffler tip. i doubt it was even a turbo. well, i have no idea why he took off like that, this was when my car was totolly stock, except for rims. well i decide to follow him so we're both all weaving around in traffic. he gets boxed in the left lane so i take off and pass him using the two right lanes. i'm going about 100 now and this is a damn corolla and i have no tach. it sounds like my rpms are at least 4500(i found out they were at about 5) so i just keep this speed and let him pass. yep.... |
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Well, i took my car to the track. Here's my best time. I actually got the exact same time twice. First i raced some old station wagon. It looked like it had some muscle under the hood. Well, the light turned green.......he got the jump since it was my first time. I take off without a sound, take it to redline, then shift to second. i could feel that i almost chirped the tires. then i notice something.....where's the station wagon? I shift to third and keep it floored waiting for the wagon to pass me up. it doesn't, i'm smokin it! i beat it by 2 seconds with a low 18. i'm juiced now! second race, an early 90's chevy fullsize. i knew i was gonna lose to the v8. Time to go, and we both take off. he gets the lead and stays. i take first gear 1000 past redline, whoops. halfway down, he's like 4 car lengths ahead. then what? i start to gain! he's almost at the finish line and i'm gaining fast! i fly by him right at the finish line, so i didn't know who won. we went back down around to get our timeslips. i look eagerly at mine, i broke the 18's with a speedy 17.8! |
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97 accord ex vs 94 civic lx vs 91 corolla
me and my friends were bored one night so we went to a dead street to drag race eachother in our slow cars. first i raced the civic. i wasnt sure who would win since he had 6 more horsepower than me. i know you're thinkin "wow, 6 horses", but thats 6%! well, we lined up and someone got ready to flag us. i heard the civic rev his engine up really high and leave it. i just let my car idle. the flagger waves his hands and we're off. i hear the civic chirp its tires. i take the early lead with a regular take-off. at the end of first i'm half a car length ahead. my shift light comes on at 5 grand, but i take it to a little over 6 and shift to second, barely chirping one of my front tires. all through second neither of us are pulling. i get to third and start to pull. i take 3rd to redline and flash my blinkers while a good 1.5 lengths ahead.
Feeling a little confident now, i challenge the accord for the hell of it. his is the vtec model. we line up and he two-foots the gas. i rev to 2K and keep it there. hands go down and we're off. one of my tires isnt getting full traction, but i just keep the pedal to the metal. i take first gear to 6.5K and shift to second harshly. i am about 2 feet ahead. i see him start to gain on me, but right when he gets even, his automatic shifts him to third. we are dead even during all of my third gear. i shift to fourth and we're still even. we're coming to the end of the road so we both slow down. i was surprised... |
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so i'm drivin back to san jose and just chillin in the second lane goin about 75 and looking for cars to race. i finally see this car coming up fast in the slow lane. he also had foglights so i knew it wasnt a cop. i throw my car into 4th gear and floor it. i get into his lane to pass up the cars on the left. he is on my ass. i get boxed in and he falls back to get in the left lane to pass me up. i sqeeze into the middle lane and take off again. there are a lot of cars on the road, but we still get up to 90-100 mph. i stayed in fourth gear the whole time. i catch up and get into the slow lane almost cutting a car off. i pass him and keep going until i'm a good 8 car lengths. i realize how stupid that was and drive normally again. |
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Vinnie's stories: |
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his car (red nissan pulsar) |
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one morning i was on my way to PVHS (when we were seniors) and i found myself next to a white piece of shit CRX. we didn't even look at each other but we knew our cars were meant to race. traffic on pinole valley road was pretty light as we pulled away from the stoplight so we both hit the gas and took off. this actually was more of a race of guts due to all the po's that patrol pv road. whoever dared to go the fastest before reaching the campus would win. i gave it enough gas to slip ahead of him and cruised for a bit until he tried to catch up. now i knew i had a challenge. getting ever closer to school i stomped the pedal and took it up to 55 mph to dust his ass on the little two land road in a 25 mph zone. |
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another time i was heading home from pinole at night up the big ass hill right before you reach hercules on san pablo ave. an old camaro was next to me and i have it all the gas i could. the camaro gunned it and fuckin took off like i was a joke. thats it |
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Chris' story: |
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(blue ford probe gt) |
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One night I was rollin out on highway 4 in my old ass 83 Pontiac Bonneville. I'm cruisin along at about 80 mph, and this black vette rolls up on me. So I gun it, the petal all the way down, and now I'm going about 95 or so, I imagine (my speedometer only goes up to 85) and I was inching past this guy. Well he kicks it up and blows past me. Then he slows down to laugh at me again. So I inched past him again and he blew by me laughing again. |
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John DiMarco's story:
(1990 corolla) |
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So I'm cruising along with my friend in shotgun, and up the road he spots something red and shiney. In fact its a lamo. Now, I was just about to turn off, but I couldn't let and opportunity like this pass me by. So I dive through traffic, trying my hardest to catch up to this thing -it's not very hard, cause it's not moving very fast- and at the next red light I have the lambo lined up to my right. I turn the stereo down, I tell my friend not to look over and prey that the lambo guy doesn't notice me. I didn't want Mr lambo driver to have even the slightest idea about what was about to happen. The light began to switch, and I jumped it by about 2 seconds. I speed through the intersection and cut over into the right land as fast as possible. I raised my fists out of the window in victory. I just took a lambo.............
................of course it was a fiero kit. |
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Tyler and his friend's broken turboed volvo |
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So my homy and I were rolling in an 88 volvo, me in the shotgun, which is heavy as hell but it had two rockford 10's in the trunk to bump our grooves, and at least we would survive if we mauled down an oak tree. We were riding the country road in hicksville, Ca, when all of a sudden this custom painted glittery orange 91 civic hatchback pulled up to our right. I looked at my rice eating pal and told him to kill it. We floored it at blazing speeds the volvo has never seen before! It climbed from 50 to 65 within 8 secs!! Of course, bt this time, the civic realized what the hell we were up to, and bust some nos or another to take the gap between us and the other car to our front right (we weren't going fast enough to keep the gap out of his reach). Well, needless to say, everything else was an orange blur afterwards, and we shamelessly, and slowly, bumped back home. However, our disappointment was cast away when we saw a pair of dogs on the road later, and decided to run em over and cook it on the grill of the car for out filipino fob friend's dinner.
Well, another time we were rolling down the main street of our hometown at around 7pm and spotted a blazingly ugly green 89 supra with a spoiler that was higher than marge simpson's hair. Once again, we felt indulged to race, but a little reluctant to speed over 45 with the tight sheriff patrol around. But ah hell! we decided to burn the damn thing anyway. So we floored the volvo, again, and slaughtered our opponent with the element of surprise. However, the supra's speed seemed indifferent from its previous rate. We were baffled, why wouldn't it want to smoke us? It had a sure fucking win! Pissed as hell, we extended our arms out the windows and flipped them off, that's when we saw the cop at the intersection. Boy are those red and blue lights bright. |
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