myclone
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Went to the store a little while ago to pick up the required things a single guy needs for the fridge (beer, bread, bologna, wine coolers, etc)... I like going shopping late anyway as I dont have to fight the crowds, ppl with coupons, screaming/outta control curtain climbers, plenty of parking, etc..
As I rolled past the front door looking for a spot to park that is somewhat "shopping cart proof" I noticed half dozen or so ppl hanging out BSing. No big thing as thats where employees who are taking a smoke break hang out. Im in there once a week and they pretty well know the truck or me. Same Kroger I was gonna yank some punk ass outta his car at in broad daylight while back for those that remember.
I go in and get above said items and proceed to myclone (yeah, I park WAY the hell away from anyone else) to load the stuff in the bed.
This younger guy comes up and says "cool truck.. Hows it run?" I told him thanks, it does ok with a good tail wind.. Then the questions start about whats it got...350, 383, 400 SB??? I said nah, just a little ol six cylinder. Then he asks if Ive ever raced it at the track or anything. I said Ive been known to mess around a little and have gone "around" the 8's in the 1/8th, why?
He says his bud has a car that he thinks can beat me and wants to know if I wanna race. "oh, ya dont say" is what I said. I asked what kinda car we talking about here. He replies "a vette".....
Now Im thinking I don see no vette. I dont know of anyone that runs a cash register at a grocery store that can buy one but, hey, who am I to question...?
I said "so where is this guy and the vette?? I'll play as long as he dont beat me toooooo bad".... He,he. Im thinking its gotta be like a mid seventies leisure suit, butterfly collar, smog mobile or something..
Well, the kid says hang on a minute, I'll be right back. He goes back over to the group and I see one guy walking around the side of the bldng. Im like alright... Did he "hide" this vette or does he think he needs more ppl to be able to rob me of my wallet, truck, and bologna. Hey, it wouldnt have been a fair fight anyway as there was bout six of em.... They needed more people.. :grin: :razz:
Well, here comes vette guy around the corner in a black C5... Im thinking "Uh-ohhhh, Dave, your mouth has done wrote a check your ass cant cash" (happens at times)...
Car sounded stock to me. No loud/racey muffs, no neon, no hoopty wheels, no glow in the dark fuzzy dice, etc... Guy pulls up and I compiment him on his car and he compliments myclone (still not sure how this is all gonna go down, just feels "weird"). We BS for a minute about how my truck runs, his car runs, etc... Noticed it was a 6spd too.
Turns out he seems to be a nice guy but I still wasnt sure what he had planned. Sorry just dont trust many ppl these days..
I climb in myclone cause Im ready to come home or race, as I do I notice the rest of the group wandering over. Im thinking Hmmm.. Bout seven or eight of em now. I better make this fair for my side if it gets ugly. Reached in the console and put the "adjuster" under my left leg, stock up for easy reach.
Umm.. What? You guys keep forgetting I live in VA... If you dont have at least one gun then you are definately deprived (or a yankee.. :razz: )
Vette guy is now talking to the ppl that have congregated on the pass side of his car through the open window. I fire up myclone and say. "We gonna do this or what??". He says sure for how much? I say "how bout just for the hell of it since I spent all my cash in the store?"
He agrees and asks "where you wanna do this". I look around and say how bout at the stop light out on the street in front of the place? We can go till the next ligh and all your buds can watch ya suck the headlights outta my little race-a-truck.. Oh, I didnt bother to tell him I was running 22psi and xylene that I had left over from the track.. Oh did I not mention that??? Sorry fella... :razz: HEY, he didnt ask!!
Looked to be a little less than 1/8th mile to me from the stop light at one end of the parking lot to the other so I thought Id at least put up a good fight.
He agrees so we head over to the street, go down to the next cross over, turn around to catch the light. We catch the light and he starts revving the wee outta that thing immediately. Im like hmmm... long light I got plenty of time to build boost.
I was gonna let it all hang out since I had an audience (the group had gathered at the edge of the parking lot)and Im getting ready to put my toy up for the winter. So Im thinking SHOW TIME!!!!
Cross lights start to change (hadda wait on a turn arrow too) and I already was standing on the brakes HARD. Snicked the shifter into D and started building boost. 1psi, 2psi, 4psi.... 8psi... CHANGE LIGHT, CHANGE!!! The rear of myclone breaks loose a little, turbo is SCREAMING by this time and Im still waiting for the damn green. I cant go any higher on boost or I wont be able to hold the truck. COME ON LIGHT!!! CHANGE!! Vette guy has to have that car close to 7kRPM by this time (I dunno I was watching MY gauges, not his).. Sheesh, I can hear it through my closed window AND over my truck..
FINALLY, it goes green. I dropped the brake pedal and matted the gas. I hear the vett guy spin, myclone spins all four and dances sideways (road was rough through the intersection). Fuck it.. Im still gonna keep standing on it... I saw the vettes headlights dissapear outta the corner of my eye REAL QUICK. Im yelling WHOO HOO!!! HAALE YEAH!!! STAY WITH ME BABY WE GOT HIM!!! Im glancing in the rear view mirror looking for him. His pass side front tire looks to be bout at my tail light. He aint falling back though... COME ON FINISH LINE!!! I glance up again and hes gaining... His rear tire looks to be at my tail light now. Im yelling through clinched teeth.. COME ON, COME ON STAY WITH ME MYCLONE I NEED TORQUE!!!! DAMN BABY RUN!!! COME ONNNN!!!!!!
I can just barely see the front of the vette outta the corner of my eye now.... I can hear him shifting, that LS1 winding for all its worth (beautiful sound BTW), and Im screaming DAMN I NEED TORQUE... NOW!!!
Tooooo late for him though... Beat him to the light by a fender length...
WHOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YEAHHH!!!! THATS MY BABY!!!!!
We stayed in it for a second or two more cause he wasnt giving and I sure as hell wasnt either, as soon as he pulled even with me I let out though (dammit, whats the point??). Was already racing only two blocks from the city jail as it was (woulda been a short ride at least) and there was a curve coming up.
I didnt go back or stop. Just waved as I went by when he got in a turn lane to the left to head back. He gave me the thumbs up..
Thats it.. Wanted to touch my pepe on myclone when we got home but hadda come tell you guys first..
Well, you now know so, Im going out and touch myclone all over... Man, I hope the metal aint cold!!
OH HELL, the bread!! I almost forgot. Well, ummmm it was in the bed the whole time along with the beer, bologna (VA fillet mignon), and wine coolers.... Thats pretty easy to figure out aint it... So kay... I can eat wrinkley bread..
Ahhh, nothing like a wrinkley breaded bologna sandwitch, a coors light, and a vette kill to make a fellas evening...
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: myclone on 2001-11-02 01:23 ]</font>
As I rolled past the front door looking for a spot to park that is somewhat "shopping cart proof" I noticed half dozen or so ppl hanging out BSing. No big thing as thats where employees who are taking a smoke break hang out. Im in there once a week and they pretty well know the truck or me. Same Kroger I was gonna yank some punk ass outta his car at in broad daylight while back for those that remember.
I go in and get above said items and proceed to myclone (yeah, I park WAY the hell away from anyone else) to load the stuff in the bed.
This younger guy comes up and says "cool truck.. Hows it run?" I told him thanks, it does ok with a good tail wind.. Then the questions start about whats it got...350, 383, 400 SB??? I said nah, just a little ol six cylinder. Then he asks if Ive ever raced it at the track or anything. I said Ive been known to mess around a little and have gone "around" the 8's in the 1/8th, why?
He says his bud has a car that he thinks can beat me and wants to know if I wanna race. "oh, ya dont say" is what I said. I asked what kinda car we talking about here. He replies "a vette".....
Now Im thinking I don see no vette. I dont know of anyone that runs a cash register at a grocery store that can buy one but, hey, who am I to question...?
I said "so where is this guy and the vette?? I'll play as long as he dont beat me toooooo bad".... He,he. Im thinking its gotta be like a mid seventies leisure suit, butterfly collar, smog mobile or something..
Well, the kid says hang on a minute, I'll be right back. He goes back over to the group and I see one guy walking around the side of the bldng. Im like alright... Did he "hide" this vette or does he think he needs more ppl to be able to rob me of my wallet, truck, and bologna. Hey, it wouldnt have been a fair fight anyway as there was bout six of em.... They needed more people.. :grin: :razz:
Well, here comes vette guy around the corner in a black C5... Im thinking "Uh-ohhhh, Dave, your mouth has done wrote a check your ass cant cash" (happens at times)...
Car sounded stock to me. No loud/racey muffs, no neon, no hoopty wheels, no glow in the dark fuzzy dice, etc... Guy pulls up and I compiment him on his car and he compliments myclone (still not sure how this is all gonna go down, just feels "weird"). We BS for a minute about how my truck runs, his car runs, etc... Noticed it was a 6spd too.
Turns out he seems to be a nice guy but I still wasnt sure what he had planned. Sorry just dont trust many ppl these days..
I climb in myclone cause Im ready to come home or race, as I do I notice the rest of the group wandering over. Im thinking Hmmm.. Bout seven or eight of em now. I better make this fair for my side if it gets ugly. Reached in the console and put the "adjuster" under my left leg, stock up for easy reach.
Umm.. What? You guys keep forgetting I live in VA... If you dont have at least one gun then you are definately deprived (or a yankee.. :razz: )
Vette guy is now talking to the ppl that have congregated on the pass side of his car through the open window. I fire up myclone and say. "We gonna do this or what??". He says sure for how much? I say "how bout just for the hell of it since I spent all my cash in the store?"
He agrees and asks "where you wanna do this". I look around and say how bout at the stop light out on the street in front of the place? We can go till the next ligh and all your buds can watch ya suck the headlights outta my little race-a-truck.. Oh, I didnt bother to tell him I was running 22psi and xylene that I had left over from the track.. Oh did I not mention that??? Sorry fella... :razz: HEY, he didnt ask!!
Looked to be a little less than 1/8th mile to me from the stop light at one end of the parking lot to the other so I thought Id at least put up a good fight.
He agrees so we head over to the street, go down to the next cross over, turn around to catch the light. We catch the light and he starts revving the wee outta that thing immediately. Im like hmmm... long light I got plenty of time to build boost.
I was gonna let it all hang out since I had an audience (the group had gathered at the edge of the parking lot)and Im getting ready to put my toy up for the winter. So Im thinking SHOW TIME!!!!
Cross lights start to change (hadda wait on a turn arrow too) and I already was standing on the brakes HARD. Snicked the shifter into D and started building boost. 1psi, 2psi, 4psi.... 8psi... CHANGE LIGHT, CHANGE!!! The rear of myclone breaks loose a little, turbo is SCREAMING by this time and Im still waiting for the damn green. I cant go any higher on boost or I wont be able to hold the truck. COME ON LIGHT!!! CHANGE!! Vette guy has to have that car close to 7kRPM by this time (I dunno I was watching MY gauges, not his).. Sheesh, I can hear it through my closed window AND over my truck..
FINALLY, it goes green. I dropped the brake pedal and matted the gas. I hear the vett guy spin, myclone spins all four and dances sideways (road was rough through the intersection). Fuck it.. Im still gonna keep standing on it... I saw the vettes headlights dissapear outta the corner of my eye REAL QUICK. Im yelling WHOO HOO!!! HAALE YEAH!!! STAY WITH ME BABY WE GOT HIM!!! Im glancing in the rear view mirror looking for him. His pass side front tire looks to be bout at my tail light. He aint falling back though... COME ON FINISH LINE!!! I glance up again and hes gaining... His rear tire looks to be at my tail light now. Im yelling through clinched teeth.. COME ON, COME ON STAY WITH ME MYCLONE I NEED TORQUE!!!! DAMN BABY RUN!!! COME ONNNN!!!!!!
I can just barely see the front of the vette outta the corner of my eye now.... I can hear him shifting, that LS1 winding for all its worth (beautiful sound BTW), and Im screaming DAMN I NEED TORQUE... NOW!!!
Tooooo late for him though... Beat him to the light by a fender length...
WHOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YEAHHH!!!! THATS MY BABY!!!!!
We stayed in it for a second or two more cause he wasnt giving and I sure as hell wasnt either, as soon as he pulled even with me I let out though (dammit, whats the point??). Was already racing only two blocks from the city jail as it was (woulda been a short ride at least) and there was a curve coming up.
I didnt go back or stop. Just waved as I went by when he got in a turn lane to the left to head back. He gave me the thumbs up..
Thats it.. Wanted to touch my pepe on myclone when we got home but hadda come tell you guys first..
Well, you now know so, Im going out and touch myclone all over... Man, I hope the metal aint cold!!
OH HELL, the bread!! I almost forgot. Well, ummmm it was in the bed the whole time along with the beer, bologna (VA fillet mignon), and wine coolers.... Thats pretty easy to figure out aint it... So kay... I can eat wrinkley bread..
Ahhh, nothing like a wrinkley breaded bologna sandwitch, a coors light, and a vette kill to make a fellas evening...
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: myclone on 2001-11-02 01:23 ]</font>
