on my way to work this morning i got a good kill.
when i was on 95 near exit 44 in pa a green jetta got behind me and followed me up the ramp. there is a light at the top of the ramp and it was red, so i was in no big hurry. this J.O. is sitting behind me at teh light reving and creeping teh car like he was ready to launch at an F1 race or something.
so i make the left onto old lincoln highway, knowing that the next light i come to will be red too(the lights for the ramps on and off 95 are sequenced together) but ricer boy flies out next to me and jams on the brakes at teh light. he sits there doing teh reving thing again, so i decided to play. i rocked the car forward and we gave each other the look and he brought the revs up and left them there.
light changes, i launched from about 1700ish and we were next to each other. then it happened, he hit teh mightiest ricer shift in history. meanwhile i grabbed second as hard as i know i can without wheel hopping and start to pull away. by the time i grabbed 3rd his whoel car was in the rear view and i lifted to turn into work.
as he went by i saw it was a Jetta GL, dunno what motor is int it, but it must be a real POS if my car can beat it. he was rocking the 50hp fart cannon muffler too
a kill is a kill i guess, not too proud of it. sort of feels like i punched a retarded kid or something, but it's a win none the less.
later
tim
