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So I was crusing down Gratiot, one of our large roads... it´s 4 lanes both ways, and this is where everyone races (and rices) around at on Friday and Saturday nights. Well I was cruisin´ around looking for some Cavaliers or Neons to burn, when I see the perfect one. An earlier model, purple, tinted windows, loud bass, "thug" white boy with the baby blue visor cocked sideways, and a big DODGE decal across the back window. Well I hit the turn around quick and catch up to him, hoping to hit a red light. We cruise thru some patches of traffic and some green lights until I catch up to him, and I rev up to 3500 and drop it in 4th. I zip by him, and slow down so he can catch up. And that´s where it happend.
We cruise side by side at about 50 (limit is only 40) and then all the sudden I hear it. *WHIRRRRRRRRRRR* He just shoots foward and gets about 5 car lenghts ahead of me. It had to be a turbo or something, but needless to say, I made sure I didn´t hit any red lights next to him for the sake of my pride. :-?
We cruise side by side at about 50 (limit is only 40) and then all the sudden I hear it. *WHIRRRRRRRRRRR* He just shoots foward and gets about 5 car lenghts ahead of me. It had to be a turbo or something, but needless to say, I made sure I didn´t hit any red lights next to him for the sake of my pride. :-?