kill stories

Notice my signature, it still happens.

First, I was about 6 0r 7, Dad's friend just finished an LS6 chevelle, lot's of money in that BBC and was a very nice car. They decide to go for a "drive" somehow I end up going along with dad in "Limey", his lime green, barn fresh for 20 some years now 70 Mr. Norms' Challenger 383 4spd R/T. Limey spent most of the 70's and 80's street racing and breaking hearts and parts. It was a solid cammed race gas suckin beast in it's day. Chevelle wanted a heads up start, dad says "Go, I'll catch up real soon" LOL he was right and it got so bad he lifted before the quarter mark came up and yo bet your sweet *** the hazards got turned on!!!

Now, I'm 22 and hurting feelings with a very simple and capable 367 in a Duster. Went to a car show at the local furd dealer, big thing every year and mustang ppl love me!(not at all) So I'm leaving and a newer Roush supercharged car comes flying up on me and cuts through traffic to be next to some dumb kid with too little money in this old mopar. He revs it up, I put it up on the 4500 converter (shoulda been a sign to him) Green light all I do is launch and the M/T's hook about 20ft later. In the other lane it's just blower and tire noise. Dumb mopar kid 1 - fancy stang 0.
Next light it goes even worse for him since I already hat heat in the tires. Third light he's lookin at me all goofy and says "I'd kill you at a track!!" I said "well Mr. if I ever have too much money and a mid life crisis I'm gona get a car like yours but fast"
Now for some reason he's pissed IDK why forgot his golf clubs I guess, this light leads to the highway and out of town so I have room to stretch my legs, This time I give him the hit and still ran him down. He learned that I'm an asshole and that sometimes that dumb kid with the mopar will straight F#*K your day up.