Where to start?... well, I suppose the craziness began on friday night, as I was driving home from my family dinner. I was literally one right turn away from being home... when I saw a set of red and blues off in the distance, maybe 2 or 3 blocks away. Naturally, I figured it was an emergency and like any good citizen I pulled over. As I sat there waiting for it to pass me by, I noticed that the lights were swerving towards me. Keep in mind that I had just let loose in first going on a left hand turn onto the street I was on, Sherman Way, but that hardly did anything more than make alot of noise and maybe put my tail out a half a degree or so. I have a 325is, not an M3 for chrissakes.
So anyway. I'm busy wondering what the hell I did to piss him off, because first takes me to around 40mph, exactly the speed limit, and after my little bit of first gear fun, I dropped to second and quickly to fourth to cruise, leaving me somewhere between 40 and 45mph. On top of this, the cop takes like 5 minutes to get out of the car, all the while blinding me with his little spotlight thing. Keep in mind, I don't live in the ghetto, but I don't live in fucking Beverly Hills either. I'm thinking that maybe this cop is gonna search my car or some crazy shit. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to attempt to drift that left hander...
So finally the cop walks up. God knows what he was doing for 5 minutes, I still have my dealer cover plate that says "US Motors" so he's definitely not running my plates. Maybe he's checking for red 325s that have been stolen or something, who knows. So finally he gets to talking to me, usual license and reg deal. The registration is taped to the passenger's side front windshield, you fucking moron...
But wait, it gets better. "What was that back there?" the cop asks me.
"Um, I uh lost it a bit in first, sorry officer." I gave him a BS reply, in my opinion, that would have been alot more fun in second, it might have actually come out a bit, but I'm not telling him that.
"You slow down before you hurt yourself or get a ticket."
Meanwhile I'm busy thinking, "Cool, I'm not getting a ticket, and how the hell could you see that?" of course I'm not pushing my luck here.
So the cop drives off, I'm kinda freaked out, but aside from that I'm cool. I'm actually pretty jazzed I got out of it clean. But my story gets better...
Fast forward to saturday, early afternoon. I'm bored out of my brain, and having ditched saturday 3D animation class, I'm starved for something to do. I decide that grabbing my new roommate Joe and hitting the Rim (Mulholland Hwy to Stunt to Piuma to Las Virgines to Mulholland Hwy again) is a good idea.
As I hit stunt the first time around, it's wide open aside from a bicyclist. I put on Track 5 of my Gran Turismo 3 soundtrack (99 Red Balloons by Goldfinger) and go into semi attack mode. I don't really push my car super hard, mostly because with all the crashes I see at stunt, I'm still sort of afraid of it, and I don't know the car as intimately as I would need to to push it to the limit and come out the other side unscathed. Even still I cover the run in approximately two minutes or so, with a good 30 seconds that can be shaved off with the car tuned precisely as it is. Not bad at all, seeing as how most of my friends cover stunt in the same time pushing their cars to the absolute limit. Needless to say I'm feeling a bit cocky.
So I meet this friend of mine up at the summit. He's got a modded Mazdaspeed Protoge. As of his last dyno sheet he is at 225fwhp. He's also got some minor suspension stuff done, struts and springs (not coilovers, not adjustable, unknown brand) and he has a front sway bar. On a dragstrip I never would have bet him. In the canyons, I figure what the hell.
Here's the bet. I knew this guy in high school. He and I had a similar bet back then, I had my TT supra, he had a heavily modded camaro. I bet him that he couldn't keep up with me in a midnight highway race from our high school in West LA to his house in West Hollywood. By the way, he's russian not gay.
Anyhow, he lost and had to shave his head....
So um, he isn't FASTER than me, but he did keep up. I got my tail out twice on the one lap of the Rim we raced, I lost him for a good 5 minutes or so in the tight sections of Piuma, thanks to a damn near full suspension and alot of hairy near limit driving, but alas, Mulholland Highway is practically a huge straightaway and I just didn't have the balls to risk a huge ticket so he caught my ass and my car doesn't have the straight power to beat him.
I miss my hair sometimes, but all in all, it does look pretty good shaved.