Disclaimer -> This is NOT true!!
(wink, wink)
About a year ago, I was at the local street races. Now, my bro and I have been street racing a 5.0 for about 11 years now, so where very tuned to the scene. I'm on Blue (replaced now w/ a silver one), a couple of guys roll up in Supras. Actually, I know one of them.
We got to talking, and his 'new' car is hopped up, but only turbo timer and exhaust and such. But his friend is tuned really nice; single turbo, front mount, who knows what else. But the mere fact that he had a single turbo tells me he's putting down AT LEAST 650 to the wheel.
So as he tells me he's putting 430 down, he asks about my bike. Mentions that he's never ever been beaten by any car or any bike. Braggin' if you will. But in San Diego, we race more of braggin rights than anything else.
20 minutes later where both of the freeway, with an extra Supra, a Z06, couple of mustangs behind us. Now I already know that most guys don't really think about getting into it on the freeway, downshifting maybe a gear or two. Not me. I'm buzzing along at 75 in 2nd gear.
I wave him to go, at least to get his turbo spooled up. The car goes and I can hear the whine, so I hit it. I didn't kill him, I didn't smoke him, but instead slowly mile per hour'd him. Here he comes, there he is, there he goes.
By the time I lift off the gas, he's a good 10 car lengths behind. At that speed, not much, but enough to make a point. I looked down while slowing, and the needle was heading torward 175 and passing it going down. So I 'reckon' we, or at least I, did an honest 170.
That was single handedly the stupidest thing I've ever done next to doing a wheelie on a mountain pass and crashing (hence the new bike, and the bigger commitment to goof off at the track). Yeah, I guess I was the 'hero' back at the local spot, but I was shaking so bad I rode home at the end of the night no faster than the posted speed limit.
Supras. As far as cagers go, they are the most bad ass in my eyes.
