I am Teh Edumacator.
Join Date: May 2005
Location: ATL, London, and Barcelona
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I don't race my car very much. For God's sake, it's a 2.8 liter automatic. It looks awesome, to be sure, and ricers are always trying to get me to go; most of the time, of course, they're in little four-bangers that I'd wipe the floor with anyway--definitely not worth the bother.
Tonight at 2:30am was different. I was in Maryland, coming homewards on a six lane road about a mile and a half south of the DC Beltway (which I was headed for). The road was practically deserted. I came up to a stoplight where in the left lane was an '01-'03 Mustang GT (not just badging but also twin pipes) and in the middle lane a later-model Camaro. These are two of my favourite cars; when I was buying my 528, I would've gotten a GT had I found the right deal. I could not resist. I pulled into the right-hand lane, popped it into third, and listened to the two muscle cars revving at each other. Finally, the light turns green, and I hit the gas expecting all the while to be dusted by both of them. The results were extremely surprising to me.
Rubber squealed from both of them; it much more briefly squealed from me. The Mustang must have gotten a bad start or something, because he was toast from the word go--I was already two car lengths past the white line by the time his back end crossed it. I was ahead of the Camaro, too. At six or seven car lengths, the Camaro's nose starts coming up on me--my slushbox was shifting. Further on, the camaro's nose is as far forward as my front wheel-well; I look over and the driver smiles at me. But then he shifts, and I'm already in 3rd. And there's a curve coming. My foot is still fully on the gas pedal. I take the curve hard--but the Camaro takes his foot off the gas. I've got to be at 85-90 by now. The next traffic light turns red. We slow down; Camaro pulls up to me, GT guns it again once he's out of the curve and gets to the light before either of us. I look left, and they're both staring at me intently. Camaro salutes, GT gives the thumbs-up. I take my right-turn to get me to the beltway with a profound feeling of satisfaction.
Anybody want to explain how I beat that Camaro? I can understand the GT if he got a bad start, but the Camaro should have destroyed me no question. The curve definitely helped; had he not been forced to back off on the gas, he was about to pull ahead.
1999 E39 540i/6-VF Stage 1 S/C, Dinan exhaust, Dinan strut+shock braces, Dinan ltwt flywheel + clutch, Dinan Brembo BBK, Dinan monoball, H&R Springs, Koni Yellows, M5 sways, Dinan forged 18" wheels, &c.
1995 E38 740i. Highly modded. Faster than you.
Sold 2-28-07: 1997 E36 M3/4, 8-30-05 RIP 1997 528i
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