street racing stories..you know ya do it..
Fall of last year I was heading down MacCleod Trail in Calgary when I stopped at a red light beside a 2002 Rustang 5 liter. He wanted to go and since the light had just turned red and there was nobody behind I yelled at the guy in the passenger seat to hold on. I backed up 3 car lengths and roasted the BF's got up beside him and the chicken **** changed his mind. No balls and obviously no ponies. Another quickey for you, last year when I finished the 383 and fired it up my son, who's just started apprenticing as an auto technician, commented that my engine idled really rough. My answer was that that was the sound of pure unadulterated testosterone, don't ever forget it. He just smiled.
Fall of last year I was heading down MacCleod Trail in Calgary when I stopped at a red light beside a 2002 Rustang 5 liter. He wanted to go and since the light had just turned red and there was nobody behind I yelled at the guy in the passenger seat to hold on. I backed up 3 car lengths and roasted the BF's got up beside him and the chicken **** changed his mind. No balls and obviously no ponies. Another quickey for you, last year when I finished the 383 and fired it up my son, who's just started apprenticing as an auto technician, commented that my engine idled really rough. My answer was that that was the sound of pure unadulterated testosterone, don't ever forget it. He just smiled.