Well, it's a kill.... but not the way you'd think, but it's one of my favs to tell, just because 8) .
This happened about 5 years ago, mid june of 1999. I was 17 at the time and kicking much ass in my inherited, modded 1991 Taurus SHO (don't laugh, it was fast :evil: ). Me, being the cocky prick I was, absolutly loved to race, since everyone just looked and saw a taurus they were always willing :wink: suckers..... Then one day, this happened.....
I had just picked up 2 of my friends and we were naturally out cruising, picking on civics, firebirds, camaros, mustangs, whatever came along (I was pushing about 380whp at the time with a 8psi supercharger thanks to my father, was his previous toy). And we came to one of my favorite strips, Taylor Blvd.... Now, taylor is a PERFECT place to race, flat as a board, no stoplights or signs, and no place for police to hide for about a 4 mile stretch, it's a beautiful thing. So, I'm at the interection to turn onto taylor and a white dodge ram 1500 pulls up next to me... It's got quiet exhaust, guy inside looks to be about 40ish so I dismiss him and go back to yakking with my friends waiting for the light to change. It turns green and I take off normally (no wheels spinning etc) and the dodge is staying right next to me... hmmm... So I glance over at the guy and he's got this bored look on his face, so I decide to teach him not to look down on SHO's. I nailed it, literally starting burning rubber at 55 in 3rd, and took off like a goddamn bullet, 70, 80, 90, 100mph in a few seconds, I look in the mirror and it looks like he's trying to catch up, but he's way behind, like 8-9 car lengths, so I start laughing, and so do my friends when all of a sudden (I swear to god this is what it sounded like) a sonic boom echoes from behind us and I look in the mirror just in time to see the white ram flying by me at about 160+mph :shock: . I just sit there in absolute numb shock for like 2 mins just staring straight ahead and driving, and the car is completely quiet. So I reach the light at the end of taylor and there's the white ram, right next to me with his window rolled down..... He tells me to pull over because he wants to look at MY car :twisted: I'm like 'SURE!' so he takes a look and is suitably impessed with the mods and asks me if I want a peek under the hood of him ram.....
'Hell yes!'
He pops the hood, AND the teaneu (spelling?) cover on the bed... fricking modded viper v10, electronically controlled exhaust cutouts right after the header collectors (remember this was 1999, totally unheard of) and enough nitrous oxide in the bed of his truck to run the engine off of it alone for 5 minutes! (according to him, and I believed it, at least 7 full size (like oxygen tank size) bottles back there):shock: :shock: :shock:
Let me say that again.... The man had a Viper V10, heavily modded (he claimed 10.5:1 compression).... With manifolding and a standalone system so he could shut off external airflow and run it ENTIRELY on nitrous oxide and 110avgas on a COMPLETLY seperate standalone system. Fricking blew me away..... Anyway, after I stopped staring we said our goodbyes and he took off. And that's basically the story of how I got into modding on my own... But damn... I'll NEVER forget that guy and his Ram 1500... ultimate sleeper, amazing power and tuning....
Anyway, that's my story, and definetly an experience that changed my life, for the better 8)