well i never thought the day would come... most prople despise this forum because of people like kruger... but i just thought i would share my experiences... believe them or not i know they happened...
the first vehicle i raced with was my parent's 1995 Plymouth Voyager (impractical but fun) V6 3.0L
first race i remember was a mustang gt convertible. i knew the kid from my football team in 8th grade... he was 300+lbs and he had the local rich kid (ss impala RAMAIR, 2005 Z06 and 2006 vette and escalade) he was going down a sideroad in my town probably 12:00 noon at about 50mph so i tailed him all the way to the stoplight he pulls to the right and i go into the lane going straight... i put it in neutral and rev the engine til the light turns green and slam it into L spinning the tires as he follows me its a long flat stretch b/c its where the fireman do their firematics...basically a drag strip... i make it to about 85 and slow down for the stop sign and im way ahead... i keep going... through an arena parking lot and then lose him on the way out...
2nd race was a grand am on a local highway... not too impressive... i have no idea how fast i was going cuz it wont read past 100, but i won cuz his g/f told him to stop... hehe
last race in the minivan... funny one... it was after i had smashed the back end of the van and i was own my way to deliver to deliver a lawnmower... which the handle was hanging own the nonexistent back window... the back door was also bungie corded shut... i was coming out of the mall and i was at the stop light next to an rsx and he was revving his engine, so with a smirk on my face i revved the engine... the light turned green and i nailed it hard... we both continue left down the intersection and the bungie cord comes loose and my friend scrambles back to close it... all while i leave the rsx behind... i consider it a wave goodbye...
and lastly... the one i consider to be a hallucination...
earlier in the day i was behind a 2000ish red z28 and im at the same light where i raced the gt... he does a burnout as he leaves so i repeat just for a kick... later that night me and my friend had to stop at my house and we make it to the same stoplight and the same camaro is ahead of me... i start revving my engine and i think he starts to laugh... we just continue on until he pulls into the local superamrket and immedately pulls in behind me... i nail it and continue to the traffic light and swing left cutting off a sport trac as the driver yells at me... he's still really close so i keep going... about 1/8th of a mile ahead i pull into the elementary school (its about 10pm) and fly down the road and by the bus garage which connects back to the "drag strip".. i look back and he gave up...
