I pulled up beside an old baby blue cadillac of some sort by my house at an intersection red light. It was a sedan, definately a V8. It was full of people with the rap music blastin'. The guy in the front seat asked me if my rims were 24's. I told him no they were 18's. He told me nice car, wanna race? I said "thanks....I donno about the race, you'll probably beat me" (joking of course). He said punch it from the light. Well, the light turns green and I take off SLOWLY in second gear, and I hear the V8 in his car roar. At this time I am still chugging along slowly in second gear. I wait until I crawl up to 3800rpm and punch it, and as soon as I hit third gear I put a few cars on him. I slow back down, wait for him to catch back up. I hear him floor it and as soon as he passes me I mash the gas in second @3800rpm again and put another instant 2-3 cars on him. He immediently shut down after I hit third gear.
Anyways, his car actually sounded mean, sounding like a 350ci with open headers. It looked like an old rusty caddy though, down to the bicycle spoked 15x6.5" rims.
I would definately say this race was ghetto fabulous.
Anyways, his car actually sounded mean, sounding like a 350ci with open headers. It looked like an old rusty caddy though, down to the bicycle spoked 15x6.5" rims.
I would definately say this race was ghetto fabulous.