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So I was on the way back from the ATM today, stopped at a light, and this red Dodge pickup pulls up next to me. Had the Magnum V6 in it, a big tach on the dash (of some sort, couldn't really tell what for) and it sounded like there were bees in his exhaust, and altezza's. Well, the light leads into an imidiate left hand turn and I figure the guy probably wants to go at it. So it turns green, I punch it (didn't bog/grind/stall out so I was impressed with myself) and I cut the wheel hard to the left. I make the turn, barely missing the curb with my front driver's side tire, and I hear this swarm of angry bees next to me. I take first to 5 grand (didn't redline) and jam it into second. Very smooth shift again, no worries. The swarm of bees seems to be getting farther away. It wasn't a long race (maybe like 1/8 of a mile or something) because my left turn came up. I had at least half a car length on him and if I had been able to get to third I would have had him beat by far.
Well that's it, lame yes, but I still feel special.
Well that's it, lame yes, but I still feel special.