I was out as usual with my friend in the TGP. I was leaving Taco Bell with my newly acquired large Code Red when I spotted a chick driving a stockish looking red 95+ Eclipse GS with intake [could hear it] and a fart can. I followed her down the road when I was able to get beside her going past the park where no cross roads are at [this is my usual race spot]. I paced her for a few seconds when she floors it. Of course she was no match for the TGP. I just pulled on her and let off and tapped my brakes.
On the way home, a 94+[rubber bumpers] light green 4-door neon with red neons, fart can, APC aluminum wing and a 5" Monster Tach was stopped next to me at a light. I was just sitting their idling while sipping my Code Red [good stuff]. The guy looked like he just got his license, of course he reved on me. The light turned green and we were off. He stayed neck and neck with me while I squeeled my tires through first across the intersection as usual [damn these r-rated peices of junk!]. I had to fight with heavy torque steer. The car then regained traction and shifted into 2nd gear as I shot passed him like he was nothing. I then slowed down to the speed limit as I watched him quickly turn off on a side street.
That's good stuff (the kills and Code Red :wink: ). Oh, how I hate the fart cans!