Life As SM105K
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Okay......Lets talk about my 1989 Thunderbird Super Coupe.
This was my second SC out of three actually. I just remembered my 1990 also. My first was a beat to death 1988 that actually really ran decent. My third was a 1990 that was beat to death as well and I only had it for a couple of months. My 1989 though was cherry. Bone stock, Auto, Red, with black leather interior, with full options when I purchased it.
I had seen it for sale in a driveway about a month before I went to boot camp. I went and talked to the owner and he wanted $2300 for it. I had zero idea where I was going to end up, so I didn't purchase it. I finished boot camp and while on leave, I went back and low and behold it was still for sale. He even knocked $300 off. I bought it. I hung out for a couple of days in So Cal with my family, and then went straight to Phoenix. During my drive through the night, I came across an older Turbo Supra. We played the cat and mouse game for about 30 miles at triple digits. It was really fun, until my Overdrive stopped working....opps. Damn it. 1st -3rd gears were good. Ended up gingerly driving into Phoenix to the trans shop my mother owned at the time (same shop that replaced my SHO trans). They yanked the Ford AOD and had it rebuilt the next day while adding a shift kit and upgrades. I had smoked the OB band in the trans. Lesson learned.
Over the next 4 months I went crazy with mods while I trained at the school of infantry. We weren't allowed to have vehicles while we were still in school. I promptly disregarded that "suggestion". There was a do-it-yourself garage on base so I started modding the SC. I installed the larger Eaton M90 hat, pullied the car down, added the double stack intercooler, shortie headers, and full Magnaflow exhaust. It was quick for what it was, but the best bang for the buck was when I had 3.73's installed in the 8.8 IRS. That really waked the car up. I took it to the track and it went 13.4 right at 100 mph. Stock they made 210hp/315tq, and I would venture to say that car make 290ish hp/400ish tq when I was done. It had traction problems lol.
We graduated SOI and got orders to our units in the Fleet Marine Force. I was assigned to Kilo Company 3/5, so I would be staying aboard Camp Pendleton. I checked in had my orders cut, and was leaving for the sandbox within 48 hours. I had to get my will and power of attorney ready. Got those and raced home which was about a 2.5 hour drive to my grandparents to say bye and that give them the documents. I stayed a couple of hours and on my way back down to base, I stopped for a couple of hours in Azusa to say goodbye to a couple more friends. Another Marine had gone with me and we were still in our cammies because we had left work. I left Azusa and took the 57 south towards the 5 south. Along the way I came across three others cars....
One was a brand new paper plate 03 Cobra, another Supra, and what looked to be 2001 Z06 Vette. We all link up and proceed to roll the 57 south at mid triple digits all the way from Anaheim to the 5 south transition through, Tustin, Irvine, Mission Viejo, and then the marine layer/fog rolled in coming into San Juan Capistrano. I was the slowest, but I was holding my own. It was getting hard to see so I broke off, and set the cruise at 55 and watched them disappear. Somehow my buddy slept through most of this. After about a minute of cruising, I see some headlights behind me. 1 set, 2 set, 3 set, then boom gum ball machine. I knew I was effed. I woke my buddy up and said, bad news, and proceeded to pull off the freeway.
Five CHP, full felony stop, guns drawn. Like over the loud speaker, roll down the windows, turn the vehicle off, take the keys out and drop them outside the vehicle, open the door from the outside with both hands, get out of the vehicle, facing away from us, walk backs towards us, then lay flat on your stomach and put your hands behind your back. We were then cuffed and talked too. One CHP was a complete jerk (he had the right to be) all the rest were awesome. Once they figured out (our cammies) we were active duty Marines they uncuffed us and treated us really well. The shift supervisor showed up, and I explained the situation. We both had our orders, and we were shipping out within 36 hours now and he was amazing.
I should have gone to jail. PERIOD. Even though there was very little traffic at 3 am, I was knowingly and willing breaking the law and endangering others. The supervisor sent the other officers away and pulled the one that was a jerk over the side with me (since he witnessed the whole thing) and we talked. The Shift Supervisor was a Gulf War Veteran and he knew if I was arrested, I could get in even more trouble (UCMJ) of missing a movement during war time. After a very stern talking too (which didn't work because I am clearly an idiot, I will explain in a later story how I was arrested and spent 3 days in county within 36 hours of buying my RC51) they let me off with 99 in the 65. I didn't have a speedo past 130 mph IIRC so I had no idea how fast I was going. The jerk officer had me on radar because he said I was the slowest at 151 mph. I was actually kinda disappointed because I thought it would have been faster.
They let us go, and we went to Iraq. After spending a month in Baghdad, we settled south in Ad Diwaniyah. I was able to call my grandmother about a month later. She said, "You have a ticket from the CHP for a 99 in 65? Care to explain young man?" I said, "Nope, how much is it?" She said, "496 dollars". I told her to pay it.
I came back from my first deployment, had more fun with the car, and then ended up selling it one of my Marine buddies. I ended up buying my 93 SHO with the money I saved deployed, and then I got all my money taken from me from the SHO. So...yeah.
This was my second SC out of three actually. I just remembered my 1990 also. My first was a beat to death 1988 that actually really ran decent. My third was a 1990 that was beat to death as well and I only had it for a couple of months. My 1989 though was cherry. Bone stock, Auto, Red, with black leather interior, with full options when I purchased it.
I had seen it for sale in a driveway about a month before I went to boot camp. I went and talked to the owner and he wanted $2300 for it. I had zero idea where I was going to end up, so I didn't purchase it. I finished boot camp and while on leave, I went back and low and behold it was still for sale. He even knocked $300 off. I bought it. I hung out for a couple of days in So Cal with my family, and then went straight to Phoenix. During my drive through the night, I came across an older Turbo Supra. We played the cat and mouse game for about 30 miles at triple digits. It was really fun, until my Overdrive stopped working....opps. Damn it. 1st -3rd gears were good. Ended up gingerly driving into Phoenix to the trans shop my mother owned at the time (same shop that replaced my SHO trans). They yanked the Ford AOD and had it rebuilt the next day while adding a shift kit and upgrades. I had smoked the OB band in the trans. Lesson learned.
Over the next 4 months I went crazy with mods while I trained at the school of infantry. We weren't allowed to have vehicles while we were still in school. I promptly disregarded that "suggestion". There was a do-it-yourself garage on base so I started modding the SC. I installed the larger Eaton M90 hat, pullied the car down, added the double stack intercooler, shortie headers, and full Magnaflow exhaust. It was quick for what it was, but the best bang for the buck was when I had 3.73's installed in the 8.8 IRS. That really waked the car up. I took it to the track and it went 13.4 right at 100 mph. Stock they made 210hp/315tq, and I would venture to say that car make 290ish hp/400ish tq when I was done. It had traction problems lol.
We graduated SOI and got orders to our units in the Fleet Marine Force. I was assigned to Kilo Company 3/5, so I would be staying aboard Camp Pendleton. I checked in had my orders cut, and was leaving for the sandbox within 48 hours. I had to get my will and power of attorney ready. Got those and raced home which was about a 2.5 hour drive to my grandparents to say bye and that give them the documents. I stayed a couple of hours and on my way back down to base, I stopped for a couple of hours in Azusa to say goodbye to a couple more friends. Another Marine had gone with me and we were still in our cammies because we had left work. I left Azusa and took the 57 south towards the 5 south. Along the way I came across three others cars....
One was a brand new paper plate 03 Cobra, another Supra, and what looked to be 2001 Z06 Vette. We all link up and proceed to roll the 57 south at mid triple digits all the way from Anaheim to the 5 south transition through, Tustin, Irvine, Mission Viejo, and then the marine layer/fog rolled in coming into San Juan Capistrano. I was the slowest, but I was holding my own. It was getting hard to see so I broke off, and set the cruise at 55 and watched them disappear. Somehow my buddy slept through most of this. After about a minute of cruising, I see some headlights behind me. 1 set, 2 set, 3 set, then boom gum ball machine. I knew I was effed. I woke my buddy up and said, bad news, and proceeded to pull off the freeway.
Five CHP, full felony stop, guns drawn. Like over the loud speaker, roll down the windows, turn the vehicle off, take the keys out and drop them outside the vehicle, open the door from the outside with both hands, get out of the vehicle, facing away from us, walk backs towards us, then lay flat on your stomach and put your hands behind your back. We were then cuffed and talked too. One CHP was a complete jerk (he had the right to be) all the rest were awesome. Once they figured out (our cammies) we were active duty Marines they uncuffed us and treated us really well. The shift supervisor showed up, and I explained the situation. We both had our orders, and we were shipping out within 36 hours now and he was amazing.
I should have gone to jail. PERIOD. Even though there was very little traffic at 3 am, I was knowingly and willing breaking the law and endangering others. The supervisor sent the other officers away and pulled the one that was a jerk over the side with me (since he witnessed the whole thing) and we talked. The Shift Supervisor was a Gulf War Veteran and he knew if I was arrested, I could get in even more trouble (UCMJ) of missing a movement during war time. After a very stern talking too (which didn't work because I am clearly an idiot, I will explain in a later story how I was arrested and spent 3 days in county within 36 hours of buying my RC51) they let me off with 99 in the 65. I didn't have a speedo past 130 mph IIRC so I had no idea how fast I was going. The jerk officer had me on radar because he said I was the slowest at 151 mph. I was actually kinda disappointed because I thought it would have been faster.
They let us go, and we went to Iraq. After spending a month in Baghdad, we settled south in Ad Diwaniyah. I was able to call my grandmother about a month later. She said, "You have a ticket from the CHP for a 99 in 65? Care to explain young man?" I said, "Nope, how much is it?" She said, "496 dollars". I told her to pay it.
I came back from my first deployment, had more fun with the car, and then ended up selling it one of my Marine buddies. I ended up buying my 93 SHO with the money I saved deployed, and then I got all my money taken from me from the SHO. So...yeah.
802SHO said:
The older I get and the more I look back on it, I should be dead and have should have spent more time in jail. My only saving grace with not being in jail more, has been other Veterans in positions of power. The Shift Supervision for the CHP with the SC, The Assistant DA of Riverside County for my RC story.....
802SHO said:
I will post my two jail stories here. No shame. One was my fault. I ran from the police on my RC51 and got caught. The other was actually was part of a investigation for a massive car stealing ring that made national news and was chronicled in a Vinwiki story. My buddy (the one that taught me the street racing rules) who had the Z was car jacked at gun point, and after 4 months of our own investigating we found the guy. We blocked him in his work drive way, and got arrested for false imprisonment. That story was actually really interesting, and I will save it for another time. I will say the D.A. had some very choice words for us, because we were "effing" up their investigation....lol.
SM105K said:
I s*** you not, pulling over BEFORE they catch up and talking respectfully and owning up will go a super long ways towards short term relations.
I was fresh out of a really REALLY shitty divorce in my mid 30's and i had a squeeze in BC i visited on weekends. But i lived 2.5 hours away, so speeding kinda just happened ..
so at 2-am one clear 70' night, with almost zero traffic doing and easy 90+mph just south of salem I zipped right by a parked state trooper. as soon as i pass him i see his cabin light up.... <crap.. 'way to go idiot' goes my inner monologue> .. and i just pulled over on the spot, put the keys on the roof with my wallet and waited.
So, he pulled up behind on the shoulder and for the longest time he just sat there... me in the light for a while.... i had notion that hes waiting for a second car since 2am is a rough hour .. but that wasn't it..
finally out pops the gentleman, hat in his hand .. and hes fanning his face???
?wth i think?
he walks up and in a safe secure posture leans in over the open window of my drivers car door (big ass cougar).. and now i get it. hes giggling ...
apparently, pulling over before even him getting his car into into drive made his night, and keeping my hands on the wheel the whole time, with keys on top assured him i wasn't a dickhead.
after more than willingly admitting my speedo ended at 85 and i had no idea to my speed that i should not have been doing he still let me walk away from the deal (get a ride). i ended with a 1000$ careless driving ticket which was fair, but i was not arrested for recklessness driving, i was never cuffed and to be honest he treated me way more nice than i thought i would have been. while my ride came to get me we waited outside the car, him in front of hos cruiser and me sitting my my trunk lid talking about cougars and camaros (hi-po 67-289 4 speed) ..
dumb kid move
... but the best ticket i ever got, and a good memory.. Topher exactly. After I spent three days in county, anytime I pass a LEO at a unreasonable amount of speed now, I immediately pull over and do the same thing. It actually has saved me twice from large tickets, but it took three days in county for me to learn that.....
Just for memory, I will post about the time I passed a CHP in my Convertible in the middle of no where on both kits in mid triple digits and pulled right over. The look on his face....another story for another time. Geez the more I post the more I realize I was a terrorist.
Just for memory, I will post about the time I passed a CHP in my Convertible in the middle of no where on both kits in mid triple digits and pulled right over. The look on his face....another story for another time. Geez the more I post the more I realize I was a terrorist.
Okay, here is another story of me being well....me.
We had just installed the second kit on my convertible. First kit was the fogger and the second kit was the complete stand alone fuel system with the Shark nozzle. My buddy Kevin ran Wild Street in a Camaro for PSCA events. We was sponsored by Mickey Thompson and would sell me his 4 to 5 pass take off drag radials for $100 a pop. Dirt cheap to always keep a radial on my car.
Couple things about nitrous. Direct Port systems are usually softer and more easy to tune and ramp in my opinion. Big single foggers are a bit more harsh and violent. However you can soften them up with longer lines from the solenoids to the fogger itself. The shorter the lines to violent the hit, you get the point. My direct port was soft for what is was. My single fogger was VIOLENT! It had very short lines.
We get the second kit installed, flow test the both kits, and I go out to make a street pass. I should have not even armed the first kit, just launched soft and grabbed the fogger. Well I didn't. I got a good burn out, and left on the direct port and then immediately grabbed the fogger while still in first gear. The car went left, when right, then left, onto the shoulder, and then missed a mail box. I gathered up the car, and drove back, as my friend is literally laughing himself to death because he witnessed the whole thing.
We get back and I am like WTF just happened. The car always goes straight, and I was lock to lock twice within 200 feet. I figured something broke because it was violent. The only reason I lifted was because I was going to shift into third gear but wisely aborted the pass because I just passed a mailbox on the house side of it. Yeah! I started looking and my buddy chimes in, "Hey stupid did you check the tire pressures?" I was like, "Duh" (I hadn't, I was so damn excited the second kit was on the car). Well one tire was 13 psi and one was 22 psi. How I missed this is beyond me. So I aired them both to 20 psi, and preceeded just to leave soft and grab the fogger and she went straight. Sweet.
I waited a couple of hours and drove about 30 mins into the middle of no where. I lived in the High Desert of Southern California at this time (think 30 mins from Barstow). There are stretches for miles with nothing but desert and no one. If I wreck I am going to end up in the desert and hopefully not hit a Joshua Tree. I had put the big 20 lb in the car and went out to relearn how the car would be on two kits. I also wanted to make some good clean rolling passing. Roll racing was starting to creep into the street scene of So Cal at the time.
I go out and drive about 2 mile stretch and see no one. It is pitch black with no moon. I drive back to where I had started and start my testing session. I am not a fan of digging the car from the same spot. I want the car to be able to hook with a minimal burn out in a car wash. So I after a couple of passes I am getting closer to the end of the where had recon'd. I do one burn out, back into it. I launch on the direct port, and grab and fogger right when I snatch second. It hooks, and she is riding. I keep the wick lit, third gear, and keep on it hard through 4th gear. I am watching the PRM's approach redline, and right when the shift light comes on, out of the corner of my eye I pass a single white door and at really fast clip. I instantly knew it was California Highway Patrol.
I had the top down and had 5 point harnesses. To run at the track with the top down, I had to have arm restraints which I was wearing at the time along with my helmet. If you roll the car, your hands cannot go above basically your nipples. They have rings that the anti submarine belt tab runs through and clicks into the cam buckle. I knew if I hit lost the car at a high rate of speed that was a good chance I would roll when I hit a dirt berm because they lined the road. I see the CHP and I instantly get on the brakes, and pull directly over. I turn the car off, un buckle the 5 point harness, and just put my hands on the roll cage near the wind shield. The CHP didn't even turn his gum ball machine on, just his head lights on and pulled directly behind me. I took him a minute to the approach car.
He walks up, and instantly starts laughing. I am convinced he was laughing in his car, and was trying gather himself before he approaced. Let me paint the picture this officer saw when he approached. I was sitting in convertible Mustang with a cage, a helmet, arm restraints dangling from my wrist, with a very large bright blue metallic nitrous bottle mounted to my passenger side floor board in plain sight. It is about 90 degrees out.
He asked, "Did you have fun?"
I respond, "I learned quite a bit. How much did you see sir?"
"Everything".
"Well, then....did it look fast?"
"Pretty decent actually".
"Um sir it pretty hot, can I remove my helmet?"
"Sure".
He asked me to get out of the car, and provide all of my information, which I had. He went back to his car and ran all of it. A couple mins later, I am sitting on my hood and see another pair of head lights with yellow marker lights on the roof. The closer it gets, I see that it is a tow truck and my heart drops, but it drove right past us and kept going. The CHP Officer gets out of his car, and says this.
"I know you guys will never stop street racing. I grew up on it, I get. I spent numerous years at Terminal Island. However, I am cutting you a break tonight, because you are out here in the middle of no where and if something were to happen you are only endangering yourself. Your saving grace with me was, you didn't run. I knew you didn't see me when you drove up and down the street to check things out. Also when you passed me, you instantly pulled over, and you were wearing safety gear. I couldn't believe it. So after running your info, I saw no need to ruin your night."
We end up chatting for about 20 mins, and I showed him my Mustang. He was a really cool guy, and I did end up seeing him a couple of months later at a car show. We chatted there too.
I always strive to be over professional with every contact I have with Law Enforcement Officers. It usually works out better in any situation.
We had just installed the second kit on my convertible. First kit was the fogger and the second kit was the complete stand alone fuel system with the Shark nozzle. My buddy Kevin ran Wild Street in a Camaro for PSCA events. We was sponsored by Mickey Thompson and would sell me his 4 to 5 pass take off drag radials for $100 a pop. Dirt cheap to always keep a radial on my car.
Couple things about nitrous. Direct Port systems are usually softer and more easy to tune and ramp in my opinion. Big single foggers are a bit more harsh and violent. However you can soften them up with longer lines from the solenoids to the fogger itself. The shorter the lines to violent the hit, you get the point. My direct port was soft for what is was. My single fogger was VIOLENT! It had very short lines.
We get the second kit installed, flow test the both kits, and I go out to make a street pass. I should have not even armed the first kit, just launched soft and grabbed the fogger. Well I didn't. I got a good burn out, and left on the direct port and then immediately grabbed the fogger while still in first gear. The car went left, when right, then left, onto the shoulder, and then missed a mail box. I gathered up the car, and drove back, as my friend is literally laughing himself to death because he witnessed the whole thing.
We get back and I am like WTF just happened. The car always goes straight, and I was lock to lock twice within 200 feet. I figured something broke because it was violent. The only reason I lifted was because I was going to shift into third gear but wisely aborted the pass because I just passed a mailbox on the house side of it. Yeah! I started looking and my buddy chimes in, "Hey stupid did you check the tire pressures?" I was like, "Duh" (I hadn't, I was so damn excited the second kit was on the car). Well one tire was 13 psi and one was 22 psi. How I missed this is beyond me. So I aired them both to 20 psi, and preceeded just to leave soft and grab the fogger and she went straight. Sweet.
I waited a couple of hours and drove about 30 mins into the middle of no where. I lived in the High Desert of Southern California at this time (think 30 mins from Barstow). There are stretches for miles with nothing but desert and no one. If I wreck I am going to end up in the desert and hopefully not hit a Joshua Tree. I had put the big 20 lb in the car and went out to relearn how the car would be on two kits. I also wanted to make some good clean rolling passing. Roll racing was starting to creep into the street scene of So Cal at the time.
I go out and drive about 2 mile stretch and see no one. It is pitch black with no moon. I drive back to where I had started and start my testing session. I am not a fan of digging the car from the same spot. I want the car to be able to hook with a minimal burn out in a car wash. So I after a couple of passes I am getting closer to the end of the where had recon'd. I do one burn out, back into it. I launch on the direct port, and grab and fogger right when I snatch second. It hooks, and she is riding. I keep the wick lit, third gear, and keep on it hard through 4th gear. I am watching the PRM's approach redline, and right when the shift light comes on, out of the corner of my eye I pass a single white door and at really fast clip. I instantly knew it was California Highway Patrol.
I had the top down and had 5 point harnesses. To run at the track with the top down, I had to have arm restraints which I was wearing at the time along with my helmet. If you roll the car, your hands cannot go above basically your nipples. They have rings that the anti submarine belt tab runs through and clicks into the cam buckle. I knew if I hit lost the car at a high rate of speed that was a good chance I would roll when I hit a dirt berm because they lined the road. I see the CHP and I instantly get on the brakes, and pull directly over. I turn the car off, un buckle the 5 point harness, and just put my hands on the roll cage near the wind shield. The CHP didn't even turn his gum ball machine on, just his head lights on and pulled directly behind me. I took him a minute to the approach car.
He walks up, and instantly starts laughing. I am convinced he was laughing in his car, and was trying gather himself before he approaced. Let me paint the picture this officer saw when he approached. I was sitting in convertible Mustang with a cage, a helmet, arm restraints dangling from my wrist, with a very large bright blue metallic nitrous bottle mounted to my passenger side floor board in plain sight. It is about 90 degrees out.
He asked, "Did you have fun?"
I respond, "I learned quite a bit. How much did you see sir?"
"Everything".
"Well, then....did it look fast?"
"Pretty decent actually".
"Um sir it pretty hot, can I remove my helmet?"
"Sure".
He asked me to get out of the car, and provide all of my information, which I had. He went back to his car and ran all of it. A couple mins later, I am sitting on my hood and see another pair of head lights with yellow marker lights on the roof. The closer it gets, I see that it is a tow truck and my heart drops, but it drove right past us and kept going. The CHP Officer gets out of his car, and says this.
"I know you guys will never stop street racing. I grew up on it, I get. I spent numerous years at Terminal Island. However, I am cutting you a break tonight, because you are out here in the middle of no where and if something were to happen you are only endangering yourself. Your saving grace with me was, you didn't run. I knew you didn't see me when you drove up and down the street to check things out. Also when you passed me, you instantly pulled over, and you were wearing safety gear. I couldn't believe it. So after running your info, I saw no need to ruin your night."
We end up chatting for about 20 mins, and I showed him my Mustang. He was a really cool guy, and I did end up seeing him a couple of months later at a car show. We chatted there too.
I always strive to be over professional with every contact I have with Law Enforcement Officers. It usually works out better in any situation.
Another great story buddy! Glad you didn't get in any trouble. I have been really lucky as well, hopefully its not running out. Stopped doing 90 in a 35...launched the SHO for some friends, pulled over, rolled all my windows down...apologized and said I purposely did that to show my friends what my car could do...no ticket. Another time I had a truck following me closely as I was already going 10mph over...then sped up to 15 over...truck wouldn't back off, came up on a car and the car ended up turning off the road...gunned it, saw 100mph...then blue lights coming from the truck...pulled over, rolled all my windows down...I said wow that was dumb of me...i simply admitted I was going 55 in a 40 and I thought you would back off so when I got a chance I said see ya later...didnt know you were a cop...no ticket. Got pulled over in my truck last week going 69 in a 50...I thought I was going 65...so I openly admit I was going a little fast, just wanted to get home after working 10 hours on a Saturday...but said I didn't think I was going THAT fast...my oversized wheels and tires make my odometer read low...no ticket. Hopefully my days of lucky chances aren't over! That and I have nothing from the last 9 years on my driving record.
What is a Joshua Tree?
What is a Joshua Tree?
This happened a couple of weeks back, and I thought I posted it here. Guess I didnt. Here goes:
The Focus ST got some action by a Fiesta ST, and sadly my ST got walked by the Fiesta ST twice yesterday. At a street light a red FiST came next to me and gave me the BOV business end. It had black limo tint windows, upgraded BOV and exhaust from what I could hear. Like and idiot I left traction on. Light turned green, I spun really bad in first gear and when I short shifted second (FiST was already two cars out on me) traction control killed the power and I got freight trained. I laughed so hard, and said to myself, "yep that just happened."
Got to the next light, and the window to the FiST was down. Very petite blonde girl with these stunning blues is staring at me. I am in utter shock, and instantly smitten. First thing out of her mouth was, "You left the traction control on huh?". With much embarrassment and ego checked I said, "Yep, like an idiot". She starts laughing, and said well turn it off and give it another go. I said okay. Couple lights down with traction control off, she proceed to leave me AGAIN. This time, I short shifted second and it spun, and I didn't hook it until third. She was out on me by four to five cars now. I ran the top of third and only got one or two cars back, but she had me dead to rights.
Next light we exchanged car info. He has as a catback, short shifter, tune, booma BOV, drag radials, and now my heart. I asked if she goes to the PAV's on Saturday, and she said yes. I told her, I will see you Saturday, and I will bring my ST's big brother the SHO...lol.
The Focus ST got some action by a Fiesta ST, and sadly my ST got walked by the Fiesta ST twice yesterday. At a street light a red FiST came next to me and gave me the BOV business end. It had black limo tint windows, upgraded BOV and exhaust from what I could hear. Like and idiot I left traction on. Light turned green, I spun really bad in first gear and when I short shifted second (FiST was already two cars out on me) traction control killed the power and I got freight trained. I laughed so hard, and said to myself, "yep that just happened."
Got to the next light, and the window to the FiST was down. Very petite blonde girl with these stunning blues is staring at me. I am in utter shock, and instantly smitten. First thing out of her mouth was, "You left the traction control on huh?". With much embarrassment and ego checked I said, "Yep, like an idiot". She starts laughing, and said well turn it off and give it another go. I said okay. Couple lights down with traction control off, she proceed to leave me AGAIN. This time, I short shifted second and it spun, and I didn't hook it until third. She was out on me by four to five cars now. I ran the top of third and only got one or two cars back, but she had me dead to rights.
Next light we exchanged car info. He has as a catback, short shifter, tune, booma BOV, drag radials, and now my heart. I asked if she goes to the PAV's on Saturday, and she said yes. I told her, I will see you Saturday, and I will bring my ST's big brother the SHO...lol.
It is has been a whirlwind last couple of weeks for me. Between a mini vacation, competition, then getting egregiously slammed at work including call offs, associate vacations, and inspections, it has been wild.
So I finally have some time to sit down and write some things in response to ST story and the blonde.
I went to the car show that Saturday. I rolled in and did what I normally do, troll down the isle of the mustangs. I back in, crack my windows, and put in my sun shade. I get out and start my walk to the mongolian grill that I eat at while I am there, and there she is about 4 cars down. She was standing in front of a S550 silver 5.0 Mustang. I smile at her and said, "Where's the party?" She laughed, and said at home. She had hitched a ride with her boyfriend.
She then asked if I brought the ST, I said, "No. I brought it's big brother the SHO." She smiled and said, "The SHO that just pulled in, with the EGOCHKR plate?" I said yes. She then asked, if she had recently changed the plate. I had the earlier last month. She then proceeded to ask me if my old plate was 5OH LOL. It was.
She then goes into a story, about how a black four door sedan completely destroyed her boyfriend's Mustang at a street light a couple of months back. I actually remember the Mustang, a younger kid that was throwing me revs for a short distance before a red light. Well long story short, he got a boosted launch, and I took him to Gapplebees. I never rolled down my window after, just to prove a point. Little did I know, she was in the car, and was laughing hard because they had no idea what my car was, but they were intrigued by plate, and then found out why.
She said after the race she googled SHO (Mine still has the Chrome SHO badges on the side) and low and behold...twin turbo, all wheel drive, TAURUS? LOL. I told her mine was different and she laughed, and I get the whole, "It's just a Taurus/Fiesta thing." Her boyfriend showed up, he was looking at another mustang down the isle. She gave him the run down, and he ended up being pretty cool. He said, if it would be cool to run me again when he got some drag radials. Of course I said yes. So kudo's to him, because I know first hand how cool it can be to be with someone that shares a passion for cars.
So I finally have some time to sit down and write some things in response to ST story and the blonde.
I went to the car show that Saturday. I rolled in and did what I normally do, troll down the isle of the mustangs. I back in, crack my windows, and put in my sun shade. I get out and start my walk to the mongolian grill that I eat at while I am there, and there she is about 4 cars down. She was standing in front of a S550 silver 5.0 Mustang. I smile at her and said, "Where's the party?" She laughed, and said at home. She had hitched a ride with her boyfriend.
She then asked if I brought the ST, I said, "No. I brought it's big brother the SHO." She smiled and said, "The SHO that just pulled in, with the EGOCHKR plate?" I said yes. She then asked, if she had recently changed the plate. I had the earlier last month. She then proceeded to ask me if my old plate was 5OH LOL. It was.
She then goes into a story, about how a black four door sedan completely destroyed her boyfriend's Mustang at a street light a couple of months back. I actually remember the Mustang, a younger kid that was throwing me revs for a short distance before a red light. Well long story short, he got a boosted launch, and I took him to Gapplebees. I never rolled down my window after, just to prove a point. Little did I know, she was in the car, and was laughing hard because they had no idea what my car was, but they were intrigued by plate, and then found out why.
She said after the race she googled SHO (Mine still has the Chrome SHO badges on the side) and low and behold...twin turbo, all wheel drive, TAURUS? LOL. I told her mine was different and she laughed, and I get the whole, "It's just a Taurus/Fiesta thing." Her boyfriend showed up, he was looking at another mustang down the isle. She gave him the run down, and he ended up being pretty cool. He said, if it would be cool to run me again when he got some drag radials. Of course I said yes. So kudo's to him, because I know first hand how cool it can be to be with someone that shares a passion for cars.
She's a keeper for sure! I like the fact that you and the Mustang kid can still have a casual and friendly conversation. Its fun to be competitive but some ppl take it too far. Its nice when two ppl in totally different vehicles competing against each other can also sit back and have a conversation.
802SHO said:
Yeah, some people are ultra douchey. They are young and seem decent and respectful. I envy them. However, I have a couple things in the pipe for my SHO, and he better get those radials sooner then later. If he doesn't I am going to take both of them shopping at the GAP.
