Ok, one night a couple weeks ago me and my wife are ridin thru town in my car; not the van Lance, and stop at a red light. This car pulls behind me, you know right up my *** and I say you know that looks like a Cobra on my ***, maybe he wants to go thru a couple gears. She's like yeah maybe but you're outta nitrous and he'd smoke you without it. I said yeah I know so forget it, about that time the light turns green and this guy hammers it and goes around me; dam that thing sounded awesome, so what could I do? Well, the other night I'm coming home and who do I pull up behind at a red light? It's the same guy from before; I recognized the tag, so I get up in his ***, I figured why not he did it to me right? Well I figure when the light turns green he's gonna hammer it but he doesn't and I came a cack hair from smashin into him. Luckily nothing happened, I pulled up beside him and rode there for about a 1/4 mile, he wasn't interested, ( thankfully) by this time we were at a pretty good roll and he would have killed me, so I turned off and went home. That's the end of that.

 

That was a sad story. He would not even waste his gas to race you.
At least you didn't rear end him. That is one of the reasons I don't street race you just don't know what the other guy/girl is thinking.

 

uhh...good story....mabey you should tell it at a party some time.....if you ever get invited

 

dont post things twice

 

Huh what

 

yeah well s#*t happens . nevermind lance, thought you were someone else.