Just revisted this thread. We have a Carrera GT here in our podunk town of Missoula Montana. Caught it at a local bistro and admired it for a bit with a friend of mine. In addition we have a Gallardo and two Elises and a spattering of Z06's and some nice mucsle across the board. I know one of the Elise drivers and he met the Gallardo at the light by chance. They made a lot of noise but no race. So don't discount were you'll find a supercar. Because you never know.
the story may be fake but i dont think we should definatly think so. It could happen. If it did, the details are definately embellished a little. There are definately those types of cars around NYC. There are probably multiple carrera GTs in the NYC area. I go to PITT and there are Ferraris and Lotus's running around here all the time.
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ORIGINAL: janine
Last weekend I was at a party in South Hampton, Long Island NY. It is a very affluent area and a magnet for drawing a lot of young rich people from the NYC area. At the party there was this guy who owned a 2006 Porsche Carrera GT. He was bragging about it to his friends. One of my girlfriends told him that my GT would smoke him. He just looked at her with laughter in his eyes. Then he and his friends bursted out laughing. When they saw my Mustang Parked on the grass, one blared out it's just a freakin Mustang GT. "Who is the owner?" My friend, karen, pointed me out. Now they were really laughing, some falling on the grass rolling hysterically. This got me mad. Real mad. I wanted to show them that I was no joke.
T-bone, the owner of the Porsche said my Mustang is nothing but a "toy car, a wanna-a-be racer." "Looks good, big, heavy and underpowered" he said "good enough for my little brother's first car, that is about it." They all cracked up again, grabbing their crotch.
I said, "Lets run um! Lets go!" T-Bone laughed some more and said "Get the fu.. out of here!" I said, yeah that is what I thought, a big mouth, chicken and walked away. This upset T-Bone and he yelled "Yo, yo! Who are you talking to" I turned around "T-bone's face turned a vivid shade of back/Red and said out loud "Okay! REC TIME, this is gonna be good! Lets run from 0 to red line. I'm gonna shut up this hot bit.. up for good! She'll blow that engine sky high!"
But I was ready. I know my Stang well. I know she can burry the speedo with 900 RPM to spare and I know she can run 0-60 in 4:20's all day long. Enough to beat out this overrated pritty car to death.
T-bone started his engine and reved it. It caught me by suprise. It's tone was something I never heard before. Robust, hardy, and full of muscle. It gave me goose bumps. I told myself "I want that exhaust set up on my Stang." Then I started up my Mustang. When they all heard my engine wine, they shouted out "Owwwwwww!" shaking their hands like they were scared and laughed uncontrolably. Another yelled "Hey, T, the bit.. has a blower on it" T-Bone said "Word!" shrugged his shoulders and said "Its all good!, lets go!"
We set stage at the very end of the highway. Behind us was the Atlantic ocean. Nothing in front of us for at least 4 miles. Several people got in their cars and drove down the highway a mile ahead to get a better vantage point.
I did my burn out. Got my Mickey Thompsons nice and hot. One of the guys would honk the horn 3 times. The 3 honk would start the race. T-Bone didn't do a burn out. Didn't rev the engine. On the 3 honk, I got off the line first. Out by a foot. This lasted for the first 10 feet. The Porsche got out like a sling shot. He kept pulling away. I looked at the speedmeter, I was at 75 mph and he was up about 5 cars. I thought I'd get him on up top, but was wrong. At 105mph he was up about 8 cars. I was approching 150 mph and 5600 rpm and he was up 15 or so cars -- couldn't tell any more. But I kept on going until my shift light hit 6500 rpm. Things were moving by so fast it. My engine was at her limits. It could go no more. The Porsche was easily 20 cars ahead and now rapidly opening up more and more of a lead. My, Gosh, I thought, he was probably pushing 185 mph, maybe more. When I saw his brake lights I slowed down. I was glad it was over. It was too fast for confort.
My D-Pic read 0-60 4.18, 1/4 mile 11.37. The Porsche must have done 0-60 in 3.7 and 1/4 in 10 flat.
I was so embarrassed, I kept on going down the highway and never returned to face the laughter.
When I returned home, I looked up my top speed on computer. I have a real time GPS in my Stang. It is my last resort toward recovering my car in the event of thieft or car jacking. It said 156 mph.
I don't get it, I am running close to 460 rwhp, how could I lose so badly to a stock car fresh off the show room floor! I put over $21,000 in engine, suspension, tranny, drivetrain, and brake parts into my Stang. Yet I get trounced so badly.
I think I will put on a 100 shot for races as these. What do you guys think? I have a built long block.
actually i would have laughed at him and explained that he spent WAY too much for a slow car when there is a small company called Ariel creating a vehicle called the Atom that only has a supercharged 4cyl with 300hp that would whoop the **** out of his Carrera GT for only $60k i bet he would have felt like a cockless bitch then. I would have just gone off on how rich people waste money on lame ass cars. hell you had balls enough to race him, i would have raced him and turned right into him at the line laughin the whole time as my car rips through his fiberglass. if he wants somethin in his class let him race that guys Ford GT-TT whos laughin now?
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