So I'm sitting in the Taco Bell parking lot and I hear an exhaust. A nice looking, late model RSX proceeds to pull around and is about to leave. Being myself, I couldn't resist and revved my engine. The driver comes back around and pulls up next to me. He asks if I'm driving a RL. I said yes, and he tells me that one of his friends is thinking about buying a RL or a Cobalt SS. He explains that he has an intake and full exhaust, and something else (maybe header or computer management) and then asks if I want to run. I tell him yes (of course) and hear his passenger say "smoke em"
He first asks me to do a roll from 25 (no way). I ask him to go from a 40, and he agrees. So after the first attempt at a race is shattered by the appearance of a police officer, we find a secure road, and decide to go it from there. We pull up beside one another, (I’m in second, don’t know what he’s in) the horn honks three times, and we’re off. It was a short time before my shift into third, and then the contest was finished. I’d say that by the time I shifted into fourth, I had a nice bus length or two on him.
So, after I slow down a bit to let him catch back up, we give one another the thumbs up, and he decides he wants one more chance. So, the horn is honked three times, and the race has the same outcome.
So, after I slow down a bit to let him catch back up, we give one another the thumbs up, and he decides he wants one more chance. So, the horn is honked three times, and the race has the same outcome.