Out for a burn tonight.
Saturday night in the one horse coastal town.
Blasted up the road and found myself on the tail of a Celica. He didn't like my headlights and made it know by speeding up.......a little.
The road goes down to an intersection. Normally you go straight thru, then make a right at the next block to proceed up a straight then over a bridge and on up a twisty hill climb that'* great as long as their'* no traffic in front of you.
At the intersection you can go right and cut down to get in front of the normal traffic flow.
Soooo...when we get to the intersection, the Celica guns it straight thru and I take the right in an attempt to cut him off to take the lead.
The tire smoke was impressive...the whine of the supercharger...the torque twisting the steering wheel....speed was a rush as the cool night air pumped up more than just my adrenaline.
I made a sharp left and blasted down the block to the stop sign. I don't think the tires stopped spinning the whole time. This beast sure has quiet power that is very deceiving.
Success, as I slammed on the binders with the vibration of the antilock messaging my leg. :P
I accelerated out in front with more than enough room to spare, leaving him to gasp in a cloud of blue smoke
and proceeded for a carefree burn up the Wildwood Hill. I looked back and could barely see him trying without success to keep up.
Proud to be driving my Bonne and leaving another surprised Ricer in my smoke.