Best win: I'm still going to have to call Angry S13 Girl my best street win. Driving my old Turbo Mk1 (5M-TE, don't get too excited) I pulled up at a light next to this champagne 240sx coupe with a big muffler and big chrome rims. I figure it's another lame teenager who thinks his S13 is the coolest thing since sliced bread, and figures he's a mad tyte drifter, yo. Instead, I look over at the driver -- an early-20s looking, reasonably attractive redhead. Oh my. Smirking to myself, I figure her boyfriend let her borrow his car, laugh, and take off when the light turns green. Not hard, because I didn't figure she'd try to take me, but all of a sudden, as I pull away, I hear the sound of a fart cannon revving up...ohhh, boy.
So, I punch it, the car shoots forward, and then a sinking feeling hits me; the lane I'm in ends just up ahead, and there's cars parked along the curb. I either have to get in front of her, or drop back behind her, and I was NOT about to let off to a stupid Nissan. Taking it all the way up to redline until fourth gear, I pulled about four car lengths on her, changed lanes, and dropped back down to a mere 40km/h over the speed limit -- plenty fast enough that she shouldn't slam into the back of me. But oh, oh no. She can't just leave well enough alone. She tries anyways! She pulls up right onto my ass, and looking in my rear view mirror, she seemed right pissed. She was tight enough on me that I actually couldn't slow down to take the left turn I wanted to, so I had to keep going to the next set of lights.
As I pull up, I kind of watch her in my rear-view. She's pounding the steering wheel, and swearing, and just generally being unattractive and not very ladylike. We make eye contact in the mirror, and there's a moment of complete stillness. I smile real big and wave a bit. Satisfied, I watch her slam the steering wheel with her fist again and mouth some very unladylike things to me. As the light turns green, I turn left, and she turns after me, shooting out into the right lane. I could not, for the life of me, figure out why she was that angry.
Then, as she goes to pass me, I hear the very distinct sound of a blowoff valve.
My work here is done.
Worst loss? Uh, gee, I don't know. I've never really lost to anything really embarrassing. I guess a couple stock Civics with giant exhaust tips have taken me in the Celica. I tried to race a real, live Integra Type R in my 83 Celica GT once, that was pretty bad.
Oh! Heres' one you Americans won't understand. My 84 Celica GT-S, 2600 pounds or so, with a stage 2 cam and some airflow modifications, probably making a good 90rwhp. Canadians, you all know what a Smart is. The 2006 Smart Fortwo cdi, with what, a 750cc 3-cylinder diesel engine? Maybe 35 horsepower? 40 horsepower?
Friend of mine sold his JZA70 to buy one. He also had it tuned and modified by RCTS. He kicked my ass. It sucked, and I don't like to talk about it.