Copied and pasted from another site I post on, they enjoyed it so I thought I'd share here too
So a beautiful evening here in upstate NY, I live up here in Saratoga Springs and for any of you guys into horse racing you know this is a huge attraction during the month of August. My town is over run with gawking tourist that feel the need to cut me off all the time and drive 10 mph below the speed limit
I hate tourist... :|
But monday nights now have a new meaning to me, every tuesday the horse track is closed and I get a monday evening with minimal tourist putting around my town testing my patience. Lets just say whatever muscles are used to extend the finger that proclaims**** you are getting a real nice workout this month.
God damn tourist...
But enough of my ranting about these cockroaches crawling around my small town, they've already taken up more space in this story than they deserve. So I walk out my front door towards my GT, with its 2" drop and 17" bullit wheels on a almost flawless black paintjob that was recently claybarred it is a real looker. I unlock the doors with my keyless entry and sit back into my driver seat that is never to be moved or adjusted seeing as it took me an hour of tweeking the power seat controls to find that perfect position. Just far enough from the pedals and wheel to keep my knees slightly bent but still close enough to be able to grasp my shifter without hyperextending my right arm.
Perfection
I put the key in the ignition and am greeted by the low growl of my modular power plant. Move the shifter into first and I am on my way. I head into town to cruise around on this gorgeous evening. I meet up with a friend in town in his LS1 F-body pushing upwards of 400 RWHP. It's amazing what a cam and bolt-ons will do for a SBC. To say this car is out of league would be ridiculous, understatement isn't even the word. My car doesn't belong lined up next to it at a stoplight...
Yet somehow by fate I somehow find myself in this position, it's time to see where I stand in the world. We roll off the line and about 10 mph I stand on it and so does he. We are even through first even though I never lost traction and he never had it. Hit second gear and he starts running away. By the time I shift into third he is about 6-7 cars ahead and proceeds to put another 4 or 5 on me before he shuts down partway through third.
A massacre that rivals any that have been read about in the history books. My ego slightly bruised but it was to be expected racing something with almost twice as much horsepower to the wheels. Luckily for me I would get a chance to redeem myself.
As we are pulling up to the next stoplight on the 2 lane highway I see a bike in front of me in my lane, and in the other lane in front of the WS6 a new civic SI. The WS6 gives it a good rev just to mess with the poor front wheel drive econo box gone wannabe race car. And of course the ricer revs back. I think I'll have to link this story to the thread in GDD discussing new SI owners and the pedastal they think they are on. The light goes green and the bike leaves us in the dust, I hear the civic giving it the full 2 liters of fury and step on the gas myself. By the top of first I'm a car in front, my the top of second I'm 3-4 cars in front, and halfway through third I'm a solid buslength ahead. Personally I was expecting it to be closer, but i guess I was wrong. His only mod was an injen intake judging by the sound of the engine and the decal in the rear window. I now know my place in the world and hopefully a ricer is now a bit more humble.
A great night with a few good runs, great weather, and no tourist.
00 GT vs. Ws6 and new Civic SI
