My friend and I were hanging out at one of his friend's houses, and he got high. He drives a new Mercedes-Benz E55 AMG, and was too high to drive it back to my house- where we were going to be spending the night. We're cruising at a cool 60 mph in a 55 mph zone, and this Pontiac GTO pulls up out of nowhere. He gets right next to me and revs his engine. I rev a little back for kicks, and we both go. I didn't completely get on it because I thought he was a joke. I'm in a 470 HP Mercedes and he's in a Pontiac. Little did I know that he has a stock 400-some horsepower engine and had downpipe exhausts and possibly a chip. He kept up with me all the way to 110 mph. I was shocked. A light turns red a QTR mile ahead of us, and we both start to brake heavily. We sit there at the line at a dead stop for 10-15 seconds, and he jumps the light.
(keep going, you're half way through )
He jumped it perfectly, but it was kind of cheating. The light was still red when he crossed the line, and as he was going under the light it was turning green. He started with a half car advantage, but it didn't matter. He was driving a manual GTO, and all I had to do was jam the gas pedal. Granted I'm far from the everyday driver of the car, but I've driven it several times before. I pulled heavily on him through 75 mph (took a clear lead) as my radar detector starting going nuts. I brake heavily and he does as well. We both cruise past the cop at 50 mph, and I have to turn down my street. He goes off and tells a few of his friends that he was keeping up with an E55, and my friend (the high owner of the car) told him that the person driving the car wasn't the everyday driver and still walked him- even with a jumpstart from the line.
It was fun, and I am eternally grateful for the Valentine One Radar detector.
Note: I am not condoning street racing. If you've been an idiot in the past and have a story to tell, go for it. Don't go racing and die and blame it on me. K?
Edited by Over The Wall, 03 July 2005 - 07:53 PM.