67GOAT_MAN
04-01-2001, 08:58 PM
Ok first off, my car isnt fast (the z28) anymore, its slow as shit, 190 horse stock 350 thru a stock stalled TH350 running 2.41 rear gears, its a daily driver, and isnt meant to go fast, just meant to turn decent and get me where im going.
Im driving into austin to pick up my girl saturday, and im in the fast lane and i blow by about 20 cars as im coming upto this red light, i had downshifted to 2nd like I always do, which just happened to be as im going past this 1969 Dodge charger, at about 15 miles an hour, hes waiting for the light to change and I can see a full roll cage, street slicks, braided fuel lines under the car and 2 1/2 inch exhaust which is somehow shaking my entire car, not to mention this thing is painted bright orange, absolutely beutiful, so i go up and we get back out onto the open highway (2 lanes each direction split with lights every mile or so) and im about 300 yards ahead of him now with no one around, i didnt wanna race, didnt wanna waste the guys gas, but there he is, coming up on me strong and im thinking "damnit now i got the motha fu*kin general lee on my ass" and i slow for the next light, im in front, hes behind me with another car beside me.
The light goes green, i ease out, and i can hear him start, he jumps to the second lane as i creep out ahead of the other car and floors it, it was so cool i forgot i was driving as he got into 2nd and then 3rd, now about 200 yards ahead of me and doing about 90-100.
Now, I didnt want to run him, but since he put up the effort, i might as well push it a little just to make him feel better about spanking some punk. So i ease upto full throttle and start to climb, that damn ole 350 cant get any more air in her at 3500 RPM in top gear, but thats okay, cuz its enough to run 120 without really even getting close to making the thing explode.
I knew he had low gears, im guessing he must have been running about 4.33's to 4.56's based on that when i started moving up on him, he couldnt push it anymore and his engine was screeming. I came from a long way back just cruising and after about half a mile I had caught up with him and i was on his bumper, i could see him trying to work it for everything he had as my engine didnt even get to see the low side of 3700 RPM, i got about 10 car lengths ahead of him and let off and slowwed back down and let him pass me, and he started doing the same, he smiled at me when i pulled up next to him at the next light behind some other cars and I got behind him and followed him the rest of the way into Austin, probably another ten miles, turns out he was going about 5 blocks away from where I was. Hell, i even stopped for gas, and didnt see him but i guess he must have too cuz we somehow ended up 2 cars apart about 10 minutes later at another light.
Oh well, maybe when i get my pontiac back on the road ill have to go find the guy. :)
Im driving into austin to pick up my girl saturday, and im in the fast lane and i blow by about 20 cars as im coming upto this red light, i had downshifted to 2nd like I always do, which just happened to be as im going past this 1969 Dodge charger, at about 15 miles an hour, hes waiting for the light to change and I can see a full roll cage, street slicks, braided fuel lines under the car and 2 1/2 inch exhaust which is somehow shaking my entire car, not to mention this thing is painted bright orange, absolutely beutiful, so i go up and we get back out onto the open highway (2 lanes each direction split with lights every mile or so) and im about 300 yards ahead of him now with no one around, i didnt wanna race, didnt wanna waste the guys gas, but there he is, coming up on me strong and im thinking "damnit now i got the motha fu*kin general lee on my ass" and i slow for the next light, im in front, hes behind me with another car beside me.
The light goes green, i ease out, and i can hear him start, he jumps to the second lane as i creep out ahead of the other car and floors it, it was so cool i forgot i was driving as he got into 2nd and then 3rd, now about 200 yards ahead of me and doing about 90-100.
Now, I didnt want to run him, but since he put up the effort, i might as well push it a little just to make him feel better about spanking some punk. So i ease upto full throttle and start to climb, that damn ole 350 cant get any more air in her at 3500 RPM in top gear, but thats okay, cuz its enough to run 120 without really even getting close to making the thing explode.
I knew he had low gears, im guessing he must have been running about 4.33's to 4.56's based on that when i started moving up on him, he couldnt push it anymore and his engine was screeming. I came from a long way back just cruising and after about half a mile I had caught up with him and i was on his bumper, i could see him trying to work it for everything he had as my engine didnt even get to see the low side of 3700 RPM, i got about 10 car lengths ahead of him and let off and slowwed back down and let him pass me, and he started doing the same, he smiled at me when i pulled up next to him at the next light behind some other cars and I got behind him and followed him the rest of the way into Austin, probably another ten miles, turns out he was going about 5 blocks away from where I was. Hell, i even stopped for gas, and didnt see him but i guess he must have too cuz we somehow ended up 2 cars apart about 10 minutes later at another light.
Oh well, maybe when i get my pontiac back on the road ill have to go find the guy. :)