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[Abflug]

btw... nice SUPRA... hope you enjoy it the much you can!

[Supradedupra]

Those look like they will buff out with no problem

[BoostJunkie]

Originally Posted by Supradedupra

Those look like they will buff out with no problem

I was thinking the same thing

[BoostJunkie]

Originally Posted by TomGT

killed...none!!









....this one gives a F%$CK about your F&$KING SUPRA and MY MR2... and this is why... killed?!... nobody knows!...



the most people don´t even know what car it was...



...everybody is fast in the straight line...

Again not where I was going but damn, what ever y'all wanna say, this thread has lived on through dislike, infamy!!!!

[RRnold]

No wonder why Audi's have so many electrical problems... look at all that wiring!

[4agze]

Originally Posted by RRnold

No wonder why Audi's have so many electrical problems... look at all that wiring!

Arnold when r u going palomar mt can i test out my new hero camera, u run ill chase lol

[BoostJunkie]

Originally Posted by 4agze

Arnold when r u going palomar mt can i test out my new hero camera, u run ill chase lol

Where's palomar mt? I mean which state

[4agze]

Originally Posted by BoostJunkie

Where's palomar mt? I mean which state

Cali, famous place to test your balls, well known to bikes and drifters. Every now and then you see famous super bike riders or famous drifters playing

[BoostJunkie]

Originally Posted by 4agze

Cali, famous place to test your balls, well known to bikes and drifters. Every now and then you see famous super bike riders or famous drifters playing

Nice! Wish we had something like that around here, I got a project sr20det s13 that I might finish that needs a test if you catch my "Drift"

[BoostJunkie]

This is a story from another forum I'm on, I read it and laughed out loud, the guy telling the story is in a Supra, and he is well-known for his story telling ability, enjoy!!


The Pale Horse vs F "is for fucking nuts" body.
Part 1

The world is limited to a very small handful of impractical assholes. Assholes that are triggered by mere stereotypical instances occurring at random within the world that seems to hinder their very existence. At the moment these infractions of reality occur they loss all ability to trigger their flight or fight mechanism. The outcome of these instances never ends positively.

There is nothing more disgraceful in the car world to a Ford owner, 69 Ford, Sub Chevy, then an import car with a loud exhaust and perhaps a flamboyant body kit. First before I go too far I would like to point out the ultimate truths to an "older" Chevy enthusiast.

1. No Ford, 69 Ford, sub Jap car, can ever beat my car.
a. I could be in my impala and I will smoke your shit.
2. No kid can drive as well as me.
a. A kid is any individual younger than me either by birthday or physical appearance.
3. Sunglasses increase my base horsepower.
a. Polarized lens have easily been proven to add at least 50hp at the rear wheels.

With that out of the way I guess I can set the scene.

Leaving work every day I run into the same people. I have seen the same people day after day on the road at the same time. Really a humans’ drive home after work is pretty precise. So in my days I have seen on occasion an older gentlemen, let’s say he is roughly 50 years old, smash on a handful of cars. This is all attributed to road we all merge onto at the end of the day. It is about 1 mile of pure unadultered highway that merges onto two sections of highway, North and South. This subsidiary to the larger highway has never contained a single officer, and starts out two lanes and opens up into many more.
At the light before a normal person merges onto this infamous piece of highway there are two lanes, the turning lane, and the not “so turning lane”. The “not so turning lane” does not allow you to turn, but some people believe it does… The turning lane can go as many as 20 cars deep and you can wait for one or two lights before you finally get to go under the overpass and merge onto the highway. Like every day, I am minding my own business patiently waiting my turn to turn. I wait through one light and barely miss the following light. I am at the front of the line, music on, windows down, enjoying the fall weather. Well, whizzing up from the "not so turning lane" is a white anniversary badged SS Camaro. Clearly this piece of finely tuned American Muscle is under the impression that his BIG V8 is going to easily overtake the car at the front of the line and merge onto the highway so that he can continue in his quest of being the first person home from work...

Well let me tell you, I have been in front before and am an advocator for waiting in line and not cutting people off. It is practically my role to teach each car that this isn't the way you are to go about life, when in fact I overtake them and they just get that much more room to get behind me, so while they aren't in front they have skipped the line and I made it equally easy by speeding up, then if I just let them overtake me... Maybe I am in need of a little car safety 101

Regardless I know the light well, so I begin watching the pedestrian crosswalk, because I know when the red hand counts to zero, I count one in my head and voila the light is green, my foot robotically mashes the gas and I am away!!! Yeah, five seconds of glory.

This day was no different and I doubt the Camaro driver even considered the possibility that he was lined up next to a Toyota that was any different from a Camry. Something started to unease me. As I watched the Red Hand count down the numbers I got the feeling that someone was ... well watching me. I didn't want to look because if they were watching me and I looked we would share that awkward moment. I waited a second or two and quick snapped a glance. Dammit!!! They were still looking at me.

Staring out the clear driver side window pane was an "older" individual with a classic gold link watch gripping the wheel. He had that I have shaved everyday for my entire life look to him, almost like his skin was half sandpaper. On top of all that was a set of 50hp polarized glasses. FUCK, I thought to myself, this was a true Chevy enthusiast. Still I doubted he knew what demon lurked next to him, but had I maintained eye contact any longer he might have raised his sunglasses and shot laser beams at me melting both me and my car.

[BoostJunkie]

Part 2

He refused to look the other way. This guy was acting very strange… OH no, he must have caught glimpse of my coffee can exhaust. I thought I was camouflaged well enough; no maybe it was the one solitary hood pin, the only stainless steel one that had not fully rusted through yet... I was in for it. I was in a prison shower and my soap had just hit the floor. Fuck waiting till 0 and count; soon as zero hit I punched it. Chirping the tires a little off the line my exhaust roared through the underpass and I practically drifted the turn. I didn't look sideways, backward, or anything. The one thing I did note is that I didn't get cut off, so whoosh, maybe he was really going straight. Then it hit me. As my tires hooked up on the on ramp and I got hold of my focus I heard him tear up right behind me.
Looks like I just pissed off a T-Rex and entered an open field. I am not about to slow down, roll my window down, wave him to, agree upon roll speed, three honk and go, no fuck that I am full tilt, well almost.

From the onramp I did bait him a tad, but as soon as he was on my bumper I let my turbo take one last breather before I smashed on the gas. During this brief let up on the throttle he had already made a crazy move like he was going to preemptively pass me on the shoulder even before the highway opened up. Well I wasn't having it. Foot on the floor, I rolled up through the gears and was pressing 100 with plenty of road ahead of me. He was still on my bumper and neither car was making a definitive walk away the other. I knew I would start to run out of gear so I was anxiously awaiting the upcoming turn to re- establish myself with a led as I know he didn't have the suspension or wheel choice to handle a turn at anything near the speed I could. Maybe putting a half car up on him I entered the turn, furthering the gap by 1, 2, 3, and perhaps up to 4 cars. He settled further and further back, and with the upcoming merge onto the larger highway I saw a ton of traffic so I settled into my “go home” pace.

Clearly my newly found “friend” was not finished. Screaming up the shoulder passed me was that same fucking car. "Are you kidding me?" I said out loud. Not only that, he slams right over in the gap between me and the car in front of me only to slam on his brakes. Fantastic! Welcome to the Florida, land of pedophiles, crazies, and Disney World!

Great, I thought to myself, this have now gone to a whole nother level. Honestly I was surprised and reluctant to pursue this individual any further. I just backed off, but for every mph I backed off he matched me. I tried to move to another lane, and he went without a care in the world for other people, just to keep me behind him.

Let me weigh my options. I come to a stop on the side of the road and see what Old man winter wants to do. I call his crazy and raise him psycho, swerve through rush hour, or, well I didn't have an “or”. I had one “or” the other. As I mapped my next move he took off again. Thank God!!!

I continued my journey home. Traffic had started to open up again so I worked my way back out to the passing lane. 10 seconds later fuck stick is back. I do not even know where the fuck he came from but he slammed back out in front of me and smashed his brakes. I swerved out into the shoulder and laid into the gas. He answered back, pinning me on the shoulder, but I knew from 65 to 120 was my range. Moving slowly up his side, I was more worried about debris then I was other cars or being stopped by the police. Finally I broke free and got back over, traffic was starting to once again close in so I did the best I could to get away from him through traffic. After some ducking and weaving I hit my exit. I came to the stop light, heart pounding, annoyed, and once again alone at the front of the light line, and guess what... An anniversary badged SS Camaro pulled up next to me. Revving his engine and still looking at me giving me that same wild stare.

Game over mother fucker, I am not one to get out of my car, but I became possessed. I opened up my car door and got out screaming. Not like I am some impressive beast of a man, but I know I must have looked bat shit crazy. As soon as I closed in on his front door he speed through the red light, leaving me looking like the hugest douche to anyone who didn't witness his guerilla highway tactics.

My message and lesson to all Ford, 69 Ford, sub Chevy, Enthusiasts. Appreciate a good ass beating, for if I had been ousted I would have given you a thumbs up and enjoyed the challenge. You will have your day too, but honestly, you mad bro?

[Siriusly.Andrew]

I read every word, line for line.

I enjoyed that.

[BoostJunkie]

I was hoping someone would, I thought it was pretty funny

[Siriusly.Andrew]

I don't endorse these actions, but I've indulged. I'm as guilty as the next guy.

I've had my fill so now I just enjoy stories. Still enjoy driving though, just prefer a track setting is all.