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a few years ago I was driving the '56 down the freeway and a little primered hatchback, body kit, ass-tastic fart can and an A-pillar full of water temp guages(okay, maybe they weren't all water temp); blew by me, piped me and turned on his flashers. I got even with him, as soon I'd get on it he'd lift every time. get back to cruising he'd do the same thing, get a few carlengths back, get on it and fly past me. so i followed him off the freeway, 2am we're at a red light almost out of town, green, he just sits there. so we get to the next light and I ask him wtf, let's see what you've got?
"no man, I don't want to race, your shit's too heavy. I'll beat you by too much."
"isn't that a good time to race, when you know you'll win?"
"it's not worth my gas, your shit's too heavy, I'll beat you"
"i'll give you $5 to race me, win or lose"
"fuck you, you're shit's too heavy, you'll lose"
that's the point where i spun a donut in front of him and took off back towards the freeway.
that's the kind of guy you can tell to repeat "i am sofa king we todd id" and he'd never get it.
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hi. my six cylinder puts down 680 ft-lbs.
-'56 210 sedan TPI 305/700r-4
-'96 Ram 2500 turbodiesel. my turbo feeds an oil burning rice cooker :smt077
-'62 Nova wants an LS1
-'03 CBR 600rr
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