Chumpchiggy
01-07-2002, 01:15 PM
Well, let me set the scenario for ya... In the condominium complex where I live, there are 3 Import tuners. A 300zx (which is pimped completely out), a 99 Si, and Myself....
Some hot blonde chick owns the Si... it has wheels, it's lowered, Alteeza lights, and I assume it has I/E combo. I always smile at her when I see her driving by, usually while I'm getting in or out of my celi.
Well, yesterday afternoon I'm getting in my car and I see her coming so I give her a half-smile and she stops the car, rolls down the window, and Low and behold... it was her boyfriend. I couldn't see it was him through the tint...
Anywho, who plays the tuff-guy role and says something to the extent of "What are you looking at?"... so I reply, "nuthin man, I thought you was somebody else" and he says..."Who, Jaime?" At this point I assume his GF's name is Jaime, and she is the Hot blonde I constantly see rolling the Si.
I say, "Jaime who?" and he's like..."Never mind dogg, I thought you was trippin" So, feeling saucy by then, I say "And if I was trippin, was you gonna chase me down in your rice mobile and make me pay for it?" then I started laughing... however, the Vato didn't find it nearly as amusing as myself...
He then proceeded to ramble on about how he ran 13's in the quarter and he would blow past me and blah blah blah... I told him if he thought he could hang, I'd meet him down on Whitney Ranch (a good side street for racing) and I'd follow him... He grudgingly accepted...
We arrived at the Sunset Rd. and Whitney Ranch intersection, and pulled onto WR coming to a stop at the first stop sign. Rolled down the windows and told him I'd be happy to allow him to play "Christmas tree" by honking his horn for the start of the race... third honk, we ran em... Granted I am bone stock under the hood...
Unlike some of you geniuses, I don't remember all the details of the race, when he shifted, and the sounds of the redline coming into play... I just know that by the time I was in 3rd gear, he was 2-3 cars behind me and I was flashing my hazards... (street races in Vegas end at the end of third gear so, whoever is ahead when you hit redline in 3rd is declared winner)
We both pulled over and I asked to see under the hood of his Si, this fool had a Weapon-R intake and enough wire-loom to call the car "Rainbow Bright"... I almost chucked my lunch into his engine bay but, I decided the pinkish hue of Vomit could only enhance the color scheme he was using so, I decided it would be better left as is...
He then proceeded to give excuses of why he lost...
1. His clutch is going bad
2. I had NOS... (Which I don't)
3. I launched early
4. His tires were balding... (Although his Proxes looked very Tready if ya ask me..:rolleyes: )
I told him, he just sucked as a driver... and I would have rather raced his girlfriend... He left rather unpleasantly...
Good times I tell ya, good times...
Chiggy
Some hot blonde chick owns the Si... it has wheels, it's lowered, Alteeza lights, and I assume it has I/E combo. I always smile at her when I see her driving by, usually while I'm getting in or out of my celi.
Well, yesterday afternoon I'm getting in my car and I see her coming so I give her a half-smile and she stops the car, rolls down the window, and Low and behold... it was her boyfriend. I couldn't see it was him through the tint...
Anywho, who plays the tuff-guy role and says something to the extent of "What are you looking at?"... so I reply, "nuthin man, I thought you was somebody else" and he says..."Who, Jaime?" At this point I assume his GF's name is Jaime, and she is the Hot blonde I constantly see rolling the Si.
I say, "Jaime who?" and he's like..."Never mind dogg, I thought you was trippin" So, feeling saucy by then, I say "And if I was trippin, was you gonna chase me down in your rice mobile and make me pay for it?" then I started laughing... however, the Vato didn't find it nearly as amusing as myself...
He then proceeded to ramble on about how he ran 13's in the quarter and he would blow past me and blah blah blah... I told him if he thought he could hang, I'd meet him down on Whitney Ranch (a good side street for racing) and I'd follow him... He grudgingly accepted...
We arrived at the Sunset Rd. and Whitney Ranch intersection, and pulled onto WR coming to a stop at the first stop sign. Rolled down the windows and told him I'd be happy to allow him to play "Christmas tree" by honking his horn for the start of the race... third honk, we ran em... Granted I am bone stock under the hood...
Unlike some of you geniuses, I don't remember all the details of the race, when he shifted, and the sounds of the redline coming into play... I just know that by the time I was in 3rd gear, he was 2-3 cars behind me and I was flashing my hazards... (street races in Vegas end at the end of third gear so, whoever is ahead when you hit redline in 3rd is declared winner)
We both pulled over and I asked to see under the hood of his Si, this fool had a Weapon-R intake and enough wire-loom to call the car "Rainbow Bright"... I almost chucked my lunch into his engine bay but, I decided the pinkish hue of Vomit could only enhance the color scheme he was using so, I decided it would be better left as is...
He then proceeded to give excuses of why he lost...
1. His clutch is going bad
2. I had NOS... (Which I don't)
3. I launched early
4. His tires were balding... (Although his Proxes looked very Tready if ya ask me..:rolleyes: )
I told him, he just sucked as a driver... and I would have rather raced his girlfriend... He left rather unpleasantly...
Good times I tell ya, good times...
Chiggy