Up on the left side of me pulls up a late model Toyota Camry V6, and on the right pulls up a new Mustang GT premium convertible. I know the 'Stang was new because I just test drove one a few weeks ago, and this was the identical car.
Mr. 'Stang was a white boy in his 20s with his hat on sideways, a la Eminem style. Since I'm a blond 36 year old guy with a goatee dressed in nice clothes, most people think I'm a geezer. I'm sure he did as well. We looked at each other and, well, it was time to rock.
The light changed to green and we both stomped on it. He surged out in first gear slightly ahead of me (about a car length)as the 4.1 Liter V8 in my Q began to race towards the redline. We both are now executing our 90 degree left turns to actually run down the freeway on ramp onto S.R. 51. Accelerating hard, my Q leaned as she went into the turn. I then passed Mr. Stang as the auto transmission hit third. At this point, I was probably going 55-60 mph and he was at about 50 mph. I saw him wave his hand in frustration as I accelerated away.
I never looked back as the Q just walked away from him. Off the ramp I went, now pushing 90 as I merged into traffic with him a couple of car lengths behind me.
Ahh...did it feel good or what?
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When I got to the office, I did some research and to be quite honest with you, he should have beaten me. Granted, he has 260 horses to my 266, but I'm lugging around 400 pounds more than him. I believe test times zero to 60 mph for his car are in the low 6 second range and I am in the high six to low 7 second range. Theories:
1. He screwed up while shifting his stick.
2. He didn't have the skill to wring every horse out of that engine to beat me.
3. Manufacturing vagaries means I have a few more ponies than advertised and/or he has a few less.
4. He wussed out in the turn and gave up (don't think so based on his harsh hand movement and his grimacing but who knows).
--don
