So last night my fat *** needed something to eat. I stopped by a nameless fast food place and I pull up to a scene from F&F. Lots of nice rides yes even the ricers had some clean stuff up and running but nothing to bad. No book shelfs (wings) or coffee cans that were to big.

So I notice a guy I used to live by. I get out "hey me and the eclispe". So we BS for a while then about 15 f use head out. We get to a nice spot and make the plans.

I did about 4-5 races won most.

I ran a subaru and lost , I was doing the honking and honked 4 times and went 1 honk late. but I did catch up by the end.

The next on was vs a 5.0 stang , we both hit it hard at the start and left a good amont of tire before we hooked up. I won by about 6-8 cars.

The next one was a bmw we did 3 races I took 2 to his 1. I also put my top down for that one.

I just wanted some cheese sticks but I also got some fun.
cool people and a nice safe time. and got some good kills. I did learn I need to work on my launches and that the top down makes me pretty slow from a dig (duh).

 

what about country road?

 

risking that brand new 06gt on a street race. take it to the track... for cryin' out loud.