Wow, the kill stories just keep coming!
So tonight my friend and I were headed someplace, and as we were pulling out of the neighborhood we heard a loud noise. "Is that a ricer?" I said. He goes, "Lets follow it and see!"
We got down the 45mph road and ran alongside a flat orange painted 93ish Civic, lowered, altezzas, big Folgers can muffler. Ahh yes, the predictables.
When we ran alongside he kept speeding up to stay a hair ahead and I kept speeding up just a bit. Finally we got to a stoplight.
My friend looked at him, the guy looked back, and he was revving the hell out of his econobox. Like that M45 commercial, I sort of sat there composed with my music playing, not hyped up or anything. He looked like he was ready to smoke two fat guys. Bear in mind the Q weighs in excess of 4200lbs, I'm 225lbs, my friend is 320lbs. The Q is also more of a high-speed cruiser than it is a drag racer, by how its geared and how it rides.
The light turned green, I threw Mandy into first, and took off. I didnt really try all that hard. I got up to 5000rpms at most in 3rd gear and scurried on up to 49mph. He was far FAR off in the distance. I could hear his exhaust and he was trying to keep up. He was humilated, and Mr. Honda made a right turn and disappeared before we could laugh at him.
My steath rocket might not be so stealth if I keep this up! :pface
-J.