Alright, this is the first time I've ever posted a race thread. I try not to race too much because I'm trying to "restore" the car. Anyway, it's a 87 5.7/350. Not really modded yet beyond some filters and minor stuff.

Saturday it was beautiful out. I was headed to Jersey to see my 5 day old godson so I rolled the Roc out of the gay-razsh and dropped the tops. It was a nice little ride.

Coming home, there were ricers all over the place but non really bothered me. Hell, I even had a Mustang who gave me a smile and thumbs up. I was thanking my lucky stars because the wife is 8 months pregnant and I don't really want to race with her in the car.

With that said ... We're just about at exit 14 on the Jersey Pike and I'm in the left lane. There's traffic in front of me so we're only going about 60-65. This jackass in a Mustang (newer) comes right up my tail and starts flashing the lights. Now I'm pissed. You can see the van in front of me so where would you like me to go? So, after about 5 minutes of this I pulled into the middle lane and let him pass. Traffic clears a ways down the road and I move back into the left lane right behind (wouldn't you know) the same doofus. So I smile and give him a little flash of the beams. He decides to speed up and I stay right up his butt. I notice the middle is clear so I pull over and jump on it. I got right next to him, gave him a look and then took off. It had to be a six or the older 5.0 that was really a 4.6 because I never saw him again.

Over? Of course not. Coming over the Goethels I get a putz next to me in a base model Eclipse with a HUGE steel wing on the back and a biggie-sized muffler. My wife looks at me and says "what the hell is that sound?". So I try to explain it to her and she just starts laughing. We get thru the toll plaza and the left 3 lanes merge into 1. Everyone usually falls in behind the guy who is in the rightmost of the 3. Well, that would be me and where do you think Mitsu-boy was trying to go? Yup, around me all the way to the left. I let him go by because there's an 18 wheeler in front so how far was I gonna go anyway. My wife looks at me again and says "you're gonna let that ***** get away with that?" and smiles. Luckily, the 18 wheeler has now moved over all the way to the right. Jackass is in the left and I can tell he's got it near pinned by the high pitched whining I hear from the Maxwell house special. I get into the middle lane and just blow right passed him. Hey, I had the wife's permission.

Sorry it's so long but as I said ... I don't race often so I had to set the stage.

Thanks for reading.

 

That's the way to get it done!

 

Dunno if I'd race with my pregnant wife in the car... but... as for the races themselves, nice job . It'd be cool to have a wife that digs cars/racing though, hehe

 

To Answer your question, no it will never end as long as Drivers Licences are given out like "Prizes in Cracker Jack"

Nice to see your wife doesn't mind you laying the smackdown on the posers.

Laterz

 

I actually considered selling the car when she got pregnant. She told me it was not an option. She said I bought it to work on it and I wasn't selling it just because we had a baby on the way. Oh yeah, she was the one who convinced me to buy it in the first place. $1000 for an 87 Iroc 5.7/350 with 74,000 miles on it. Bought it from a friend.

 

Good races. Dont you love the sound of a 1000 pissed off bumbles bees in a coffe can?

 

:hail:

That thar is a good woman, keep 'er. Hehe

 

hey glad to hear you beat those ricers...they always try cuz those wings on back really help them

 

I've got to keep her now. With the kid coming and the whole marriage thing it'll be too damned expensive to get rid of her! I'm no fool. I got a good one! Not too hard on the eyes either.

 

lol, how romantic

 

Physicists say that bees cannot possibly fly, yet they do. Ironic that these pimp/rice/backward cap boys exhaust sounds like an insect that they are very much like.