Street Race stories

Ok it\'s 4am and I\'m in my usual dreamy state of boredom.  First of all I never street race, especially if it\'s a loud 4-banger with a big muffler that tries to egg me on.  I\'m on the road all the time and I\'ve seen what can happen.

But anyway yesterday I raced an idiot who kept tailgating me, trying to show off his bright HID lamps that he just installed.  The lane next to me was wide open so after about a minute of tailing & annoying me he decides to switch lanes and floor it.  I let him pass but lucky us the light ahead turns red.  I said screw it, revved my engine twice like a f*g and had the jitters.  It was my bone stock 96 5-speed maxima vs his 97-99 (probably auto) maxima that was clearly modded on the outside all around, unsure about performance mods.

Light is about to turn green, but he edges forward trying to get a head start.  I stay put but when it does go green I dump the clutch around 2.5-3k and get some wheel spin, but still beat him off the line.  Redline, then granny shift to 2nd.  I get to 50 (in a 50mph zone) and am 2 car lengths ahead of him so I shut it down.

Considering we have the same car and same engine he probably had some people inside or his exterior mods weighed him down.  Dunno why since we both drive slow ass cars but I felt good beating this boastful kid.

I have a better story but I\'ll save it if you guys share yours.

One time at band camp...

Sorry, I don\'t own a car.

You\'re the man now dawg.

One time I was riding shotgun in my friend\'s Honda Civic.  He had just added something to his car and was trying to impress me with his speed.

We came to a stop light and next to us was a mini-van with some middle aged man in a shirt and tie with his kid in a car seat.  My friend revs his engine just as a joke.  The light turned green and my friend hit the gas and sped off.  We looked back and saw the van closing in on us. The guy in the van just had a straight face and didn\'t look like he was even trying to race.  My friend hit the gas and tried to out run the van, but the van blew by him.

My friend finally caught up with the van and as he passed by, the middle-aged driver in the shirt and tie and kid in the car seat looked over at us, smiled, and then did the "chug chug" train motion with his arm.  He was laughing as he drove off again.


I will never let my friend forget that day.

I don\'t street race so I don\'t have any stories.

Take it to the track so the rest of us can drive without being in danger of having our real cars smashed by some ugly mofo foriegn job with a rear spoiler bigger than the loser behind the wheel.

That is all.

[GmanJoe]

Some kid in a Civic tried to race me but I wasn\'t biting. He kept passing me, slowing down, passing me, slowing down....until I decided I would keep my current pace of 60mph when we reached a rather twisty part of the road.

He slowed down a lot to keep from understeering into the very sharp opposite lane while I kept my pace locked at 60mph. The suggested yellow speed signs were 30mph...but with my car, that would be waaay too slow. However, he\'d tail gate me whenever it got straight but had not enough room to pass before we got to the next bend on the road.

Eventually, the road remained twisty for several miles and I slowly left him behind. After a few miles, I pulled over to eat at a road side diner. When I finished eating and walked out to my car, I saw the same Civic being slowly towed away from its ass, with the front wheels on the road. I could see there were a few branches on the grill.

I think he understeered into a bush or tree.

[clips]

i have a couple but will go with my latest stint that happened a few months back...just so you know what i\'m drivin..it\'s a 95 lex sc400...aight it was early sun morning me and the wifey was comin\' home from the club at about 4:30 on the pulaski skyway<----it\'s a long ass bridge..anyway this guy in a 2004 bmw 8series flies buy me doin like 90, now i\'m already doin like 75...so i look over at the wifey, and she\'s knocked the f**k out..so it\'s on now..

i floor it,..i\'m doin like 110-115 and that guy in the beemer doesn\'t see me,.. he\'s crusin at 90...i fly by him at 115, now where off the skyway and on a long ass straightaway on hwy 1 & 9...i\'m doin 120 on the stretch and i look in my rearview..and this cat is comin on strong....i mean he was walkin my ass down quick..i still have plenty left under the pedal..i\'m doin like 125 now...but my exit for interstate 78 is comin up so i had to slow down for my exit...he blast by me doin what i would have to believe was at least 130- 135...heh if we would\'ve continued i think he would\'ve owned my ass

not sure what the new beemer 8series has under the hood, but i know i\'m runnin a 250 hp V8

[CHIZZY]

I walked a civic coupe in my wifey\'s Chevy malibu Maxx....The little turd didn\'t even have the guts to meet me at the next light. Riceboy fag.

[videoholic]

I\'ve had people, but I never bite.  Usually Logan is like, "Floor it you big pussy!"

but I just couldn\'t imagine getting stopped by a cop street racing with a 4 year old in the back.

I don\'t street race because the only people who try to race me are IDIOTS driving SUVs or trucks or other useless heavy crap like that.  I don\'t relish the idea of being arrested and having my car confiscated for racing some dipshit in an SUV.

However, that doesn\'t mean I don\'t exceed the speed limit on occasion.  OK more than occasionally.    On Sunday I made my girlfriend sick while we were driving in the Malibu canyons.  I wasn\'t even pushing it very hard because the roads were all covered with gravel, dirt, little streams of runoff, and even mud in some places from the recent storms.  I had to really take it easy this time.  She was in the passenger seat staring off at the hilltops and canyons, imagining owning a mansion on some secluded ridge.  What she should have been doing was watching the road, so her stomache could adjust to the changes in inertia.

About halfway across the hills, she says "I\'m not feeling so great, I think you better stop."  So I pull over and we sit there on the turnout for about 15 minutes while she takes deep breaths.  After a while she says "Lets go, I feel much better."  Well, I KNOW you don\'t feel better until you puke, so I was a little worried.  However, I knew there was anther turnout ahead, so I drove really slowly.  Sure enough, after only a few corners she started looking very pale.  I pulled over, and she paced around the car a little bit before stumbling into the shrubs to hurl.  We waited about 30 minutes before she was ready to leave, and then we had no more problems.  She said she would take dramamine next time, but I don\'t know if that stuff really works.

I\'ve taken four passengers on that particular road, usually at much greater speeds, and never had that problem before.  I guess chicks have weak stomaches.

[Titan]

I have a couple race stories

Story 1: it was after lacrosse practice. There is this kid with a 1994 (I think) Camaro SS with a 5.4L V8. I have a 4.6L V8 in my T-bird so I kept trying to back down. He blew by me going up the hill to the locker room. I floored it up the hill and tried passing him. He pretty much blew by me and won. Keep in mind, we both had fully padded kids at full capacity along with equipment. We were both really weighed down.

Story 2: It was in like June after a rec lax game. Me and my friend were on a US highway (not interstate) on the way home. He blew by me. I wouldn\'t have that so I floored it and blew right by him. I saw him in my rearview mirror and I was doing like 70 in a 55. I then see my friend blow by me in his Mercedes (really old) and on his exit. Me and the kid next to me were laughing our asses off. That wasn\'t a true race.

Story 3: Me and my friend were coming home from the movies. We took seperate cars. My friend has a Z3. I kept up with him on the same highway as Story 2. He was going pretty fast but I blew right by him no problem and made my exit. I\'m not sure if he was really trying. We never really talked about it except how fast we were going. That was a fun race.

Ahhh my racing days are long over, but back in 1986 I had an 86 Mustang SVO and we used to cruise an industrial park behind the local movie theater in Marlton NJ.  One night, some black guys in a metallic blue IROC asked if I wanted to race and I said sure...

We drive to the specified spot that they selected and line up.  One guy outside counts us down and we are off...  I am ahead by about half a car length when I see where the finish is:

A ninety degree LEFT TURN!!!!  

Knowing that I was going about 90+ mph I start pumping my brakes like mad because I knew they would lock if I slammed them... next thing I see is the IROC on my left sliding past me - all four tires streaming smoke and then he hits about an 8 inch high curb and the front end of the car flies up in the air and comes back down - debris everywhere.  I make it around the turn - skidding, but controllable.

I come back to the IROC which is tetering on the curb - 1 front tire is completely shredded and the rim is mangled - the front spoiler is gone, but luckily they were ok.  As I am driving by I just shake my head and then one of them has the nerve to say "We won..."  I am thinking to myself "If wrecking your car was the object you did win..."  Anyway about 30 minutes later I drive back there and they are pushing the IROC up the street - the other front tire has gone flat and the car won\'t start.  I also returned the next day and collected a war souvenier - a large chunk of their front spoiler and I saw the skid marks - mine were faint marks theat were interruped where I was pumping the brakes and then I saw theirs... two deep black marks going right into the curb.

After witnessing that - my street racing days were over.

Last summer I was coming home from my ex\'s house one night. It was probably around 3:30-4:00 in the morn and the roads were basically empty; I wasn\'t on a highway or anything, just the roads around my neighborhood. Anyway I came to a common intersection and had to stop at a short red light. While the other light was green an acquaintance of mine pulls out onto the same road as me.

Oh and BTW, I drive a 97 Pontiac Grand Prix GT... by no means anything special but fast enough to **** around with once in awhile.

Anyway, my light turns green and I hurry to catch up. He was driving his VW GTi. This car is a hell of a lot lighter than mine (probably at least 1000-1200 lbs difference) and he has a few snap-on mods.  Once I catch up to him it takes us awhile to catch a red light but eventually we get one.

He is/was extremely quick off the line and had me by half a second probably. I thought for sure if I didn\'t ge him off the line I was going to lose but I caught up surprisingly quick (I have an auto but shifted up through thrid into drive). Once I was about 1.5-2 car lengths ahead of him I heard this badass noise from behind me.

He ended up blowing his transmission shifting too early and almost dropped it out of the car. I kind of felt bad but he\'s the one who messed upp shifting...

nothing too special but I don\'t usually race.. maybe if I had a faster car but this is the best I got so far..

I never race, if they bother me enough and we\'re doing under 30mph, I\'ll just spin my tires and they usually leave me alone.

ok I think Giga wins for most entertaining but here\'s the other one I was talking about:

There\'s this long main street in my neighborhood that\'s two lanes.  At the beginning of it this riced out Eclipse complete with loud exhaust and decals starts messin with me.  He tailgates me, runs up along my side, floors it for a second then backs up, several times.  I look inside the car and it\'s a late-20s or early 30s white guy inside.  He *really* wanted to race my 4-door family sedan grocery getter.  I didn\'t budge.

There\'s this stop sign in the middle of the main road, with it going uphill most of the rest of the way, so you can cleary see what\'s in front of you.  Although he was far ahead he was there waiting at the stop sign for me like an idiot.  Looked around, no other cars in sight so I said ok, why not?

Same story as before, by 2nd gear he is 1 car length behind me.  This time though there\'s an insanely loud DRONE from his dumb exhuast pipe that helped flow the huge amount of emmissions from his tiny 4-banger with simple bolt ons.

Before I knew it I hit 65mph so I gave it a rest.  For the rest of the way he was in my rearview but this is the funny part.  He had to turn off at the end of the main road to get to his house so slowly but surely he caught up to me.  Right before he made his turn he got up next to me, revved his little engine and then left.  I guess that means he won?