This is some funny stuff. I was heading to the local spot to watch some fireworks and hang with some car guys when this lightly lifted teal Dodge truck rolls along side me. We were both just heading away from a light and running up through the gears. I am taking it easy and this guy comes up next to me and punches it. His exhaust roars loud, and some smoke through big duals but he's barely pulling away, seeing as how I'm not even in it hardly at all.
As luck would have it, we got the next light together and he and his buddy, who are shirtless redneck looking guys, look down at me like they just wasted me. They both kind of have a ----y looking smirk.
The light goes and I roll into it, taking it easy but keeping him next to me...he tries the same thing and punches it again. This time I give it some gas, gauge showing 5 PSI and even up with him. I let him think I'm keeping up, then I nail it , 10 PSI and put lengths on him instantly. I take the turn lane and stop....I look over and neither one of them even steal a glance at me, smirks are gone.
There's a lot of good 'ol boys with big trucks that guzzle gas and who's owners think they have some kind of muscle car or something. Big duals with pipes large enough to fit my arm, revving at people, goosing the throttle and trying to burn out. I relish the opportunity to waste one of these guys, especially the big diesels with loud turbos and "stacks" though the bed. Sure, some are quick, but the majority are ricers who just blow a lot of smoke and try to race everyone.
I've had one diesel guy tell me that even though I won, he could still pull my car all over the street. I told him that even though he could pull me up and down the street, that I just drug his sh*t from a light.
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Originally Posted by moparzrule
