I was feeling pretty proud of myself after a smokey burnout and on the way home I spot a 68 Mustang. Get up beside him and drop a gear and left him sucking exhaust. Most of you have seen American Grafetti were toad revs the engine in the 1958 Impala, then the 1955 chev shuts him down. Well that Mustang pulls beside me and breaks loose at 80 kms and lets me eat his exhaust for awhile. Damm I hate eating crow
I know the feeling. I flagged a friend down in his 72 camaro to talk to him. Before that I was doing 50km in second gear and breaking loose to let him know I was behind him. I thought I was pretty good until he pulled over. A 383 stroker with a blower. We talked about how his tires rubbed at the drag strip and when he left he put down black ones right through 3 gear and the sound that motor made, well I felt like, all I can say is wow.
