**THIS IS NOT A STREET RACING STORY**
Yesterday I went to an art festival in an unknown town so I was kind of lost. I pull up to this light and realize I have to merge on the other side of the intersection. There is a line of cars in the lane next to me so I need to get in front of the lead car. This lead car is a 1989 Buick LeSabre, rusted to hell with the muffler hanging almost to the ground. The driver is a woman in her 40s probably, so I thought i'd swiftly move ahead and saftly merge. Right, WRONG. I took off maybe half pedal and there she is right beside me, I think WTF and go WOT, she is still there!! And its pretty scary listening to that mufflerless 1st gen go at it. By 30 mph I think she realized I HAD to merge and let me go. Did the 1st gens have 3.33 gering or something.
1997 Olds LSS Supercharged. 262hp and 340ftlbs. 1/4- 15.1@ 92.04mph (stock), 2.38 60ft. Nope, I can't drive. 125,000 miles. White. Interior equipment; dual 8 way Aurora leather power seats w/ lumbar, two tone interior, theater dimming lights, CD and Cassette w/ Concert Sound III (nice), steering wheel controls, sun/ moonroof, ect. Mods: 3.5", high flow cat, 1:9s, and gutted air box w/K&N filter.
2006 Ski Doo 500SS MXZ. The 500 with the 600 motor