I had just left class with my girlfriend and we were on our way to get groceries. I was driving her sunfire down the street (2 lane, 60 km/h) when I see a grey Fox body Mustang with a large, white cowl induction hood race up behind me.
I look into my rearview and see a white male, early 20's leaned way back in his seat just peaking over the sterring wheel. Loud music playing..all the windows down. I know what this guy is thinking..."Oh yeah...I'm the shit". He follows me into the turning lane for the next street. As we wait at the light I hear him reving constantly...trying to attract as much attention as possible.
As we make the left, the Mustang sweeps into the outer lane and guns it past us. We,ve all had this happen to us...lots of noise, no speed. This exact moment made me wish more than ever that I was in my Supra. You could smell this car go past us because of his massive exhaust and I would assume no cats. It smelled like unburnt fuel and ass. He then proceeds to cut us off before coming to an abrupt stop at a red light.
As the traffic inches forward, the Mustang revs the car quite high (very loud) and attempts to move forward...I noticed that the car almost stalls as he does so. At this time I look at my girlfriend and make a few comments about how shitty I think this car is as well as how white trash its owner looks. When I look forward I see that we are still at a red light but the Mustang appears to be shaking. I look closer through the rear window and what do I see?...the guy is physically SLAMMING the car into first but it doesn't seem like it wants to go. He finally stops abusing his shifter and revs the car really high again. I listen closely to him drop the clutch and the Mustang dies right in the middle of the street.:biglaugh: He tries to start it...nothing. At this point we are the only people at the intersection and I'm attempting to stifle my laughter. He then rolls down his window, flips his 4 ways on and waves me past. It made my day as I drove around this Mustang, with its owner slumped over the steering wheel.
I guess it's that time of the year again...spring it here.
I look into my rearview and see a white male, early 20's leaned way back in his seat just peaking over the sterring wheel. Loud music playing..all the windows down. I know what this guy is thinking..."Oh yeah...I'm the shit". He follows me into the turning lane for the next street. As we wait at the light I hear him reving constantly...trying to attract as much attention as possible.
As we make the left, the Mustang sweeps into the outer lane and guns it past us. We,ve all had this happen to us...lots of noise, no speed. This exact moment made me wish more than ever that I was in my Supra. You could smell this car go past us because of his massive exhaust and I would assume no cats. It smelled like unburnt fuel and ass. He then proceeds to cut us off before coming to an abrupt stop at a red light.
As the traffic inches forward, the Mustang revs the car quite high (very loud) and attempts to move forward...I noticed that the car almost stalls as he does so. At this time I look at my girlfriend and make a few comments about how shitty I think this car is as well as how white trash its owner looks. When I look forward I see that we are still at a red light but the Mustang appears to be shaking. I look closer through the rear window and what do I see?...the guy is physically SLAMMING the car into first but it doesn't seem like it wants to go. He finally stops abusing his shifter and revs the car really high again. I listen closely to him drop the clutch and the Mustang dies right in the middle of the street.:biglaugh: He tries to start it...nothing. At this point we are the only people at the intersection and I'm attempting to stifle my laughter. He then rolls down his window, flips his 4 ways on and waves me past. It made my day as I drove around this Mustang, with its owner slumped over the steering wheel.
I guess it's that time of the year again...spring it here.
He was being chased by a civic with exhaust, which was ALMOST as loud as the stang, which is pretty bad considering it had 3.2 less liters, and half as many cylinders. He was moving a bit quicker, too. 
