Ah yes, street-racin.
Ever since I started learning to drive, I've spent time up in the canyons in my neighborhood, a nice little 3 mile jaunt with lots of sweeper turns.
I had to leave town to head to College up north but I went back last week. Now armed with my 'Trac I decided to revisit the canyons I'd grown up with.
In addition to improving my overal average speed, I had the awesome opportunity to show up a few locals.
As my good friend/co-pilot were slowly coming down the hill (slow, there was a stop sign) I notice a late 90's-early 00's mustang in a parking area, starting to pull out. I coasted down the hill, and as I passed them, put the clutch in and revved it.
I think that in a 185, the hood is absolutley rice-tacular. I love it, it's great bait. So these kids in their mustang (convertible top down, four people in car) start to follow me. I Dropped it in second and shot off down the canyon at a relatively decent clip. making sure to stay in my lane as there's allways somebody else comin' up the other way. I allready started to pull away in the first corner, and then squealed my tires on the center paint-line. This made me seem far more badass than I was, but I put that mustang away, they gave up by the third turn. I figure that because they were almost 10 seconds behind me as I wated at the canyon's exit. (either they gave up, or the mustang is even shittier than I thought)
not really a true kill, per se.
but it was my first, and it felt good.