I pulled into Wendy's right behind a hatchback slammed to the ground on the 13" steel wheels... it had a tach, z3 fenders, fartcan and a lot of punched out dents and patchy off-white cover up paint. He kept winding it out in neutral and I'd respond... after we both got our food he pulled out all loud onto the main where there's a stoplight right down the road... I caught up to him there and waited for the green with him staring at me the whole time. I got a ****ty launch so he was ahead of me for a bit, but once I got traction he couldnt lose me. I was gaining really slowly and had my nose in his door by the time we got to bridge less than a quarter mile down the road where 2 lanes turn into 1. The dude was YELLING at me in spanish waving his arm out the window probly screaming something to the effect of 'WHAT YOU GOT! WHAT YOU GOT!'
...what i had was 3 passengers in the car + me and 28 miles left on a tank of gas with a dying pump. Still dissapointed in my launch.
...what i had was 3 passengers in the car + me and 28 miles left on a tank of gas with a dying pump. Still dissapointed in my launch.