Well, this past weekend (Feb 10th & 11th) I was in Dayton with the Marines. TOTALLY SUCKED! We were outside the entire time... it was -5* Saturday & 13* Sunday... and being cold pisses me off... I get very irritable! Anyways, The first kill came on Sunday morning, on the way to the Marine base place I go to... we call it the Drill Center. So I leave the Hotel in Downtown Dayton, heading down an empty 4 lane street (It's 6am... an nobody is around!). I get going and see some lights in my rear view... think nothing of them... I'm concentrating on being a pissed off, cold dude. Well, he passes me with a little bit of a throttle tap... I recognize the car... it is a guy from my unit. A red 97 or 98 Mustang GT with pony graphics on the side. I keep up to a degree. And we catch a red light... I pull up next to him and the passenger points forward... I nod... and the driver laughs. He doesn't know me, because he is sort of new to the unit... but that comes in later in the story. He holds the brakes and gives it some gas... intersecting light turns yellow and we start to inch forward. Other light red... our light... finally turns green and we're off. I spin through 1st, but not too bad... I manage to stay 1 car back. I hit second gear and pedal it ever so much to keep the wheel spin to a minimum and I pull my way up to the back of his passenger door. I hit third & traction and just blaze past them, pulling about a car per second. I pull 5 or 6 cars and let off. A few seconds later he passes and gives me a honk. My favorite part: I make it to the drill center and get out of my car. I start walking toward the building behind a couple guys talking... I pay no attention until I hear... "Yeah, I got SMOKED by a F@cking Cavalier this morning! That was embarrassing!" I couldn't help but laugh... "Yeah, You did!" Conversation ensues.

SO the day goes on... I get gassed in the Gas Chamber, run 3 miles, walk 2 miles with a 100lbs tire, and then **** in a cup and sit around for 3 hours waiting on everyone else to **** in a cup (Drug test). So when we are released at 6.30... I'm pretty pissed off! In my 4 years in the Corps, 4.45 was the previous latest we ever got out on a Sunday. They are usually pretty good about it. So I call my G/F because I know that her mom was cooking ribs for the family.. and got some "Special" for me... well, they are already eating. Screw it, I'll eat at Outback with a couple of the guys. So we eat and share stories, Women & War. 8pm we leave and I get on 75 headed home. For those unfamiliar with 75 in Dayton... it's 3 lane! Mucho Fun. I'm actually only going 60... but this woman driving a Monte Carlo SS passes me like I'm not even moving I guess she was going 80-85. I'm feeling a little spunky... check to make sure my engine has properly warmed, drop it in to 3rd and mash the gas! I give a shout, as it was quite exhilarating, and I pass them about 5 seconds later at the top of 3rd. I then let off and continue on my merry way. I watch her in my rear view as we come up on a block in traffic. I stay in the middle lane... doing 65 about 2 cars behind the car in front of me. The car in the left lane is only doing about 60... so it is falling back. The Monte takes the Right lane as a car pulls on to an off-ramp; she's doing about 75 when she reaches my rear bumper and she punches it when her lane clears. I punch it and change lanes into the left lane and we split the middle car losing sight. When we get in front of the middle car she changes into the middle lane and we are dead even as I shift to 4th. I hit 4th and pull away... 1...2...3...4...5 car lengths and I shut it down. She flies past me about 5 seconds later. After that... I was in a fairly good mood. I just cruised my way home from there!

 

Nice kills man!

 

good runs. no offense, but an NPI GT isn't much to brag about. stock for stock you'd probably get one pretty bad from a dig.

 

Oh yeah... I know. But that's what makes it so funny! He thought I had no chance in the world! Thought I was just regular CAVALIER!

 

hahaha. touche. yeah, kids who get a torquey v8 car think it's invincible. the torque gets them there, but no horsepower to keep them there. there's tons of those guys in virginia actually. they're also the same ones that think an intake + exhaust give you 20+HP