Okay so I used to post these in the racing section but figured it would get read more here.........admin it's your discretion to move this thread if you'd like.
So I'm driving to class and a green late model vetter zooms behind me.....when the light turns green he zooms around me.....too much traffic but there is a killer straight-away coming up if we can both get there (next to LAX.....where Lincoln branches off from Sepulveda).....but I can't get his attention because he's trying to hard to be cool. (hope I wasn't that arrogant when I was driving my vette back in the day)
So later that night on the drive home.....I encounter an M3 with some nice and very big exhaust tips. He's driving remotely fast and I kind of zip around him too let him know an RS6 is around .......he zips back around me and what do you know..........we're both at a red light.....PERFECT.
.....now this guy is cool.....we just look at each other quickly and we both grin like a couple of 18 year olds hitting a strip bar for the very first time........
....I rev the engine a little to make sure there's no mistake...(by the way...we're on PCH which is a very busy street and patrolled severly by police officers.....and I in no way condone street racing.....but I'd still like to share this brain-fart with you).....so now the cross street turns yellow and I have one foot on the brakes and the other one revving the engine.......GREEN.....almost like slow motion.....I wait for the beast to get going......felt like hours......then I feel movement......i'm already half a car length in front.......and then the beast catapults ....before I know it I'm a car length and a half in front of the M3 and pretty much stay there until we hit the next light.......the first 2 seconds felt like hours and the last 2 were just a blur.......that was sweeeeeeeeet!
The engine is officially broken in. Props to the M3 for bringin it.......so lucky though.....not less than a mile later we see flashing lights up ahead....there's a cop there giving a ticket......he probably heard the turbos spinning but what could he do
...got home and the wife told me not to bother calling her when I need to get bailed out of jail............told her don't worry about my ass but you better have the beast out of the pound within the hour