SpawnedX
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- May 18, 2004
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West Warwick,
Rhode Island
When I first got my car, I was sitting at Taco Bell, and the kid at the window asked me what trim Eclipse I had. It was stock, so I thought noting of it. So I said I had a GST. And he said AWD that's cool, mine is a GS. To which I responded, no mine is the FWD Turbo model. He called me an idiot basically and told me there is no turbo FWD version. That the car came with 2 different setups, AWD Turbo and larger displacement torqueier non-turbo FWD.
To which he then pointed out to his green 95-96 RS (not GS) which was busted and raggedy and made me feel like it wouldn't start. I just nodded and said I was new to these cars, my bad and left.
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I had pulled onto Route 2 one night, right after the Lancer was introduced to USDM (not the Evo, which hadn't been introduced yet, just the base Lancer and OZ edition). I pulled up to a red light and this kid in his brand spanking new daddy bought Lancer with his smoking hot girl pulled up on my left. It was a nice October evening, and I had my window down and music louder than it should (just got the car give me a break).
He rolls down his girls window and tells me it's time to get a new car, and stop driving old little girl Mitsubishi's. I am like Double Yew Tea Eff mate? He told me he was gonna smoke me, and that is why fine young ladies such as his would never get into a beater like mine. Hrrrmmm? He said when the light went green try to keep up. I am 19 at this point, and do not any longer condone street racing, but people grow and change.
So I said to him, if I win, do I give her a ride home so she can make it by curfew? This made him mad, but not as mad as she got by it. So the light turned green and I just drove like normal and he in all his one wheel wonder burnout glory of no traction guns it and finally hits traction in mid-seond gear and takes off. At this point I pull up to the next light to their taunts. I said, oh that was you trying to race? I was confused. In that case, re-match? My ride home offer to your female friend still stands. He roles up his window and the light goes green, we launch, both on stock suspensions and tires, spin tire all over the road, and finally get traction, to which point I pop the middle sole digit finger of my hand in the driver side window as I screwed past them.
Next light, he was not so talkative. However, she was definitely checking out my little red headed lady.
To which he then pointed out to his green 95-96 RS (not GS) which was busted and raggedy and made me feel like it wouldn't start. I just nodded and said I was new to these cars, my bad and left.
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I had pulled onto Route 2 one night, right after the Lancer was introduced to USDM (not the Evo, which hadn't been introduced yet, just the base Lancer and OZ edition). I pulled up to a red light and this kid in his brand spanking new daddy bought Lancer with his smoking hot girl pulled up on my left. It was a nice October evening, and I had my window down and music louder than it should (just got the car give me a break).
He rolls down his girls window and tells me it's time to get a new car, and stop driving old little girl Mitsubishi's. I am like Double Yew Tea Eff mate? He told me he was gonna smoke me, and that is why fine young ladies such as his would never get into a beater like mine. Hrrrmmm? He said when the light went green try to keep up. I am 19 at this point, and do not any longer condone street racing, but people grow and change.
So I said to him, if I win, do I give her a ride home so she can make it by curfew? This made him mad, but not as mad as she got by it. So the light turned green and I just drove like normal and he in all his one wheel wonder burnout glory of no traction guns it and finally hits traction in mid-seond gear and takes off. At this point I pull up to the next light to their taunts. I said, oh that was you trying to race? I was confused. In that case, re-match? My ride home offer to your female friend still stands. He roles up his window and the light goes green, we launch, both on stock suspensions and tires, spin tire all over the road, and finally get traction, to which point I pop the middle sole digit finger of my hand in the driver side window as I screwed past them.
Next light, he was not so talkative. However, she was definitely checking out my little red headed lady.





I gotta go."

there are way too many good RETARDED quotes in that...