Here's a really friggin' silly story about a man and his stock red Dodge Stratus R/T.
Our story begins with a horrible FWD handbrake burnout going through the parking lot...
Lo and behold! A flat black 1988 Supra is parked under the flickering flourescent lights, its Spearco intercooler shimmering like a tanto inside the stealthy assassin's mouth. It sits upon stock suspension and Nitto drag radials. Its exhaust smells of candy, and releases white smoke that is entirely unrelated to a BHG. The Supra lopes, smiling its deadly grin as it sees our hero approach.
Our hero decides, "I should certainly park next to that fine automobile, and brag to its owner the wonders of my completely stock Dodge Status R/T! I'm sure he is interested in my unimaginably slow mode of transport."
He approaches the Supra, and after much useless banter asks if the supra would like to engage in a drag race for pinks.
"No, I'd rather not embarass you, man. I have 348whp and 370wtq, AND I'm on drag radials...your car is helplessly stock."
Hah! "What a cocky supra owner," thinks our hero.
"$100 then!"
To our hero's suprise, the dark supra agrees. They go out to a remote location.
Our hero spins his tires before the race. The Supra then unleashes an earth trembling roar as its Nitto's tear stone from asphalt. Its roar diminishes to a snarl, and it lays down 3 feet of smoking black rubber through 2 gears. It exhales with an ear shattering "PSSSSHHH" and pulls back to the starting line. The snarling beast brings his black heart up to 5500rpm...
The flagger's hands fall.
The supra bites into the black asphalt, punishing its tires with pure, unbridled torque, rocketing the monster four car lenghts ahead of our hero by 30mph. Try as he may, our hero could not catch this demon of steel and fire. He falls back more and more, his weak engine straining under the load. 6 cars...10 cars...12 cars... The wretched demon flies toward the horizon. The evil Supra collects his money, and goes to trap more helpless ricers in his web of uhh....honesty?
Our hero exclaims, "Damn you supra! I will find you when I get a supercharger!"
to be continued if he ever gets that supercharger, it's been a year now :biglaugh:
Cliffs: Big bad supra smokes idiot in stratus RT by 4634596857 bazillion car lengths.
Our story begins with a horrible FWD handbrake burnout going through the parking lot...
Lo and behold! A flat black 1988 Supra is parked under the flickering flourescent lights, its Spearco intercooler shimmering like a tanto inside the stealthy assassin's mouth. It sits upon stock suspension and Nitto drag radials. Its exhaust smells of candy, and releases white smoke that is entirely unrelated to a BHG. The Supra lopes, smiling its deadly grin as it sees our hero approach.
Our hero decides, "I should certainly park next to that fine automobile, and brag to its owner the wonders of my completely stock Dodge Status R/T! I'm sure he is interested in my unimaginably slow mode of transport."
He approaches the Supra, and after much useless banter asks if the supra would like to engage in a drag race for pinks.
"No, I'd rather not embarass you, man. I have 348whp and 370wtq, AND I'm on drag radials...your car is helplessly stock."
Hah! "What a cocky supra owner," thinks our hero.
"$100 then!"
To our hero's suprise, the dark supra agrees. They go out to a remote location.
Our hero spins his tires before the race. The Supra then unleashes an earth trembling roar as its Nitto's tear stone from asphalt. Its roar diminishes to a snarl, and it lays down 3 feet of smoking black rubber through 2 gears. It exhales with an ear shattering "PSSSSHHH" and pulls back to the starting line. The snarling beast brings his black heart up to 5500rpm...
The flagger's hands fall.
The supra bites into the black asphalt, punishing its tires with pure, unbridled torque, rocketing the monster four car lenghts ahead of our hero by 30mph. Try as he may, our hero could not catch this demon of steel and fire. He falls back more and more, his weak engine straining under the load. 6 cars...10 cars...12 cars... The wretched demon flies toward the horizon. The evil Supra collects his money, and goes to trap more helpless ricers in his web of uhh....honesty?
Our hero exclaims, "Damn you supra! I will find you when I get a supercharger!"
to be continued if he ever gets that supercharger, it's been a year now :biglaugh:
Cliffs: Big bad supra smokes idiot in stratus RT by 4634596857 bazillion car lengths.
