Its mid September, dry day, sunny out -- temps in the mid 60's... you are in your new 2006 z06, driving down a smooth, relatively straight street with little or no traffic. The light turns red and you stop.....just then an SRT 10 Viper pulls right along side of you.... the light gets ready to turn green and.... (you complete the story)!!!
...light turns green...tires a smokin'...we both launch like bats out of he!!... and a State Trooper pulls us both...loads our cars on a flatbed...impounds them...takes our license ...and... ...sorry I don't like my story...anyone else?
You smoke the Viper because you're supercharged and she is not. At the next light you both roll down your windows and you see she is a beautiful young girl in her mid twenties. She congratulates you on the win and says "Follow me!'. You follow her to a local coffee shop where you both have a Columbian black and exchange pleasantries. After a half hour or so, she invites you over to her house to have dinner and watch some car racing videos of her at the local drag strip.
Now back to reality!
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Its mid September, dry day, sunny out -- temps in the mid 60's... you are in your new 2006 z06, driving down a smooth, relatively straight street with little or no traffic. The light turns red and you stop.....just then an SRT 10 Viper pulls right along side of you.... the light gets ready to turn green and.... (you complete the story)!!!
I cant wait to see these two go at it. You know all the mags are going to be haaving tests between the two.
The light turns green and both cars launch in tire smoke. The vette gets traction first and starts to pull away. Just as the Viper hooks it breaks down. I turn around and help the Ex-Dodge guy call a wrecker. The tow truck shows up and he knows Mr. Viper by name. They tow the Dodge to the normal place and I go home and watch stupid OU get beat.
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I throw it in reverse and ram the one behind me to start and then look left and smile at the idiot in the other Viper next to me.....The one who took off like a bat out of hell slows down to see what happened. Then, instinctively I throw it in gear smoking them like crazy and race off pulling a loser "fly by" and watch his dumbfounded look as I gear jam passed him throwing burnt octane in his face.....
That's the only way I could beat a Viper at this point in time. Hey.....If you ain't cheatin' you ain't tryin'. And if you get caught, you didn't try hard enough! But.....the first reply was a good thought too.
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You smoke the Viper because you're supercharged and she is not. At the next light you both roll down your windows and you see she is a beautiful young girl in her mid twenties. She congratulates you on the win and says "Follow me!'. You follow her to a local coffee shop where you both have a Columbian black and exchange pleasantries. After a half hour or so, she invites you over to her house to have dinner and watch some car racing videos of her at the local drag strip.
Now back to reality!
Oh yea I like your story...I mean if I wasn't married and didn't have the high morals that I posess.
...and just b4 the light turns green, Jennifer Anniston rolls her window down and she is crying and says that she desperately needs my help. We pull onto the next side street and she begins to vent about the horrible way in which Brad Pitt treated her and that she's left him but has no place to stay. I offer my services and she gladly accepts. That evening she explains that the spare bedroom is not to her liking and she is not used to sleeping alone. As she crawls into bed with me wearing nothing but a white cotton tank and thong, I wake up from my dream and the phone rings. To my surprise, it's her....she had the same dream
...and just b4 the light turns green, Jennifer Anniston rolls her window down and she is crying and says that she desperately needs my help. We pull onto the next side street and she begins to vent about the horrible way in which Brad Pitt treated her and that she's left him but has no place to stay. I offer my services and she gladly accepts. That evening she explains that the spare bedroom is not to her liking and she is not used to sleeping alone. As she crawls into bed with me wearing nothing but a white cotton tank and thong, I wake up from my dream and the phone rings. To my surprise, it's her....she had the same dream
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?'"
the light gets ready to turn green and ... the car runs out of petrol. Not being able to afford the £1000 to refill the tank I'm forced to walk home when I get run over by a gang of greenpeace campaigners driving a honda hybrid. "Take that polluting scum!" they shout as they knock me flying into the ditch ... hmmm I don't like my story either ...
Sitting next to the Viper at the light, I casually glance over at the driver. The windows are smokey and the passenger side is partially down. The driver glances over at me revealing soft honey blond bangs, azure blue eyes to drown in and amazingly long eyelashes looking out at me over dark sunglasses. The driver isn't interested in racing, but nods her head to the left for me to follow. I put foot on the gas and follow the Viper for several blocks. We pull into the parking lot of a Motel 6. "My lucky day" I think to myself. It's been a while and I'm sure up and ready for some fun and came prepared. I follow her into the room which is only lightly lit by the sunlight filtering in around the closed draperies. She goes into the bathroom to "freshen up" while I strip down and climb under the covers. The bathroom door opens and her silhouette advances toward the bed. I can hardly breathe from anticipation. I pull the covers back for her and she climbs in, neither one of us has said a word. I begin to run my anxious hands over her slender frame working my way down to my favorite spot. "WHAT THE HELL???" This ain't no girl! Holy crap! I jump out of bed and run for the door forgetting my clothes but grabbing my keys, jump into my vette and speed out of the parking lot, running smack dab into a state trooper. He hauls my naked butt out of the vette and hauls my ass to the cruiser much to the amusement of passers by.
Then I wake up.
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...sorry I don't like my story...anyone else? 
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