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There is no tire smoke from me and the Z--it just hooks and goes. The race bred parts and 300-plus fewer pounds of the Z let me pull away. As we approach 150, the Viper backs off before we run over....
...some beautiful girl in a Honda hybrid, stranded out in the street because her super complex, all-but-obtuse electro-mechanical gadget has gone on the fritz. She won't accept a ride in either of our gas sucking, ground pounding monsters, as a matter of principle, so I volunteer to push her sitting in her Honda to the nearest gas station, which is only about 100 yards away. The Viper guy skulks away.
After we get to the station, she offers to thank me. I say, "forget about it." I walk back to my gas sucking, ground pounding monster, and drive off into the sunset. "Dayum," I say. "Why was she licking her lips when I said, 'forget about it?'"
Oh, well. I'll never know....
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2003 QS/MR Z06--sold
2004 MS/MR Z06--dead and gone
2004 TR/BL Z06!
Last edited by quickZ : 01-05-2005 at 08:56 AM.
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