One of my buddies just bought a used twin turbo 300ZX. He came by work today (we work at the same place) in it and was talkin' about how fast it was. I could feel him on it because I drove a TT 300 before and it was a fun ride. However, from out of nowhere the old diehard street racer in BT spoke up and said, "I'll run ya with the busa." I also instinctively done the money rub at the same time! (Money rub= rubbin' thumb and fingers together. Universal sign for cash in the racin' circles I played in.) Whoa!
Where the heck did THAT come from?
I haven't street raced in several years now, but my challenge just rolled out sooooooooo naturally. After I said it I realized what I said and was like, damn. I'm standin' here in uniform tryin' to drum up a street race for some cash. Hehehehe... Ooops.
Anyway, he says, "The guy I bought it from has one you need to race with the busa. It's pushin' 1100 hp." I'm standin' there tryin' to keep my mouth shut but it just ain't happenin'. "Hell, I'll run that one, too." and another money rub...
It was scary how quick and natural my challenge dropped after all these years of not even watchin' a street race. I just hope it doesn't go so far that I have to resist actually linin' up with either of them. I'm not worried about losin', I'm worried about gettin' fuggin' HOOKED on street racin' again. I had it BAD before I got out. Lucky I survived it with an intact license. I certainly don't need to get hooked on street racin' Da' Train.
Anyway, ain't it funny how an old habit can lay dormant for so long and then just surface, causin' you to do somethin' without even thinkin' about it, and just like you never stepped away from it?
But ya know, the thoughts of doin' some roll ons against those Z's just makes the hair stand up on my neck and arms. Hmmm, I need to forget that sheeyot and think OTHER happy thoughts.
Help me... I'm weak.
Anyway, he says, "The guy I bought it from has one you need to race with the busa. It's pushin' 1100 hp." I'm standin' there tryin' to keep my mouth shut but it just ain't happenin'. "Hell, I'll run that one, too." and another money rub...
It was scary how quick and natural my challenge dropped after all these years of not even watchin' a street race. I just hope it doesn't go so far that I have to resist actually linin' up with either of them. I'm not worried about losin', I'm worried about gettin' fuggin' HOOKED on street racin' again. I had it BAD before I got out. Lucky I survived it with an intact license. I certainly don't need to get hooked on street racin' Da' Train.
Anyway, ain't it funny how an old habit can lay dormant for so long and then just surface, causin' you to do somethin' without even thinkin' about it, and just like you never stepped away from it?
But ya know, the thoughts of doin' some roll ons against those Z's just makes the hair stand up on my neck and arms. Hmmm, I need to forget that sheeyot and think OTHER happy thoughts.
Help me... I'm weak.