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When somebody lines up next to ya - bring it or go home.
Max and I have had a pretty quiet spring. No real races per se - other than a mismatch between the Gill and Max a few weeks back. I'd wondered when we'd get a run in...then...
On the way home 2-day, I roll up to the front of the line on a 2-to-1 merge...Max is in the merge lane; a silver Neon is in the left lane.
Debadged.
Red calipers.
dual exh.
tall wing.
Yah - it's an SRT-4. 13 second car well driven stock; most of them have mods that take them deep into the 13's these days.
Max and I hang back a length, just observing the SRT to see what he's gonna do...
Now here's the deal - when someone rolls up next to ya at merge - you gotta bring it. It's that simple. The only reason the guy's over there is to blow by you on account of he thinks he's faster - you gotta prove him otherwise RIGHT OUTTA THE GATE.
Light goes green...
SRT rolls off the lite all stock like. Max is still a length back, waitin' to see if he's gonna roll on. C'mon - you don't really believe your soo much faster that yer gonna walk max now, do ya?
I tip in, and Max immediately lunges past the SRT. About the time I've got a fender on the silver minnow, I hear the turbo spool. Too late - with momentum, Max has a length on the SRT B4 the 1-2 shift comes up. I granny the shift, as Max is clearly in the lead...
We wind thru second. The SRT does okay here; only loses a length thru the entire gear. I decide to twist third a ways; manage to pull 2 lengths on the little beastie to widen the overall deficit to about five lengths B4 hammering the brakes to let him know it's all over - and he's done.
The look of consternation on the poor guy's face was interesting - he clearly thought he was the big dog at that face off - and things didn't go as planned.
Too F'n bad, man - when somebody challenges ya - bring it or go home.
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