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kris79
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cause i am coming out to the south bay foos!!! btw lets do this since no one is posting a time,


2pm we meet at robs house or dannys house lol then we grab pho then we go take some pictures. then we meet up with ryan and v and jenn and we go dnb and have dinner and play ok ok sounds good pm us your addy.

if you wanna join and u dont ahve addy call me

 

Better have the moola

 

Have fun tonight!! Sorry, I couldn't join you guys.

 

Suprised no one posted yet...

It was hella random that I bump into Mike , when I saw a debadged white coupe with 5 spoke rims, I thought it might be you but the rear looks way lower than yours (as I remembered)...and you texted later "hahahaha...I just heard your exhaust", just so happen we pass by your house on the way to Rob's friend house...talking about random

 

Hey guys, thanks for coming down to SJ. It was good times, as always. Just wish I could've made it for the second half of the meet. Next time, I'm clearing the whole day!

Anyway, let's do it again soon! Next time, maybe we can really do a photoshoot (with the Murcie)!!!

 

I'll get a real car wash next time

 

sure you will lazy

 

i dont know about you g35 guys anymore...im going to hang out with Shane on prius chat from now on

 

yeah... go discuss your average mpg haha...

 

lol!!!! gotta keep it in the green

 

yeah.... I think that is the place to be

 

I expect their kill stories to be something like this:

"I borrowed my wife's Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power,
Three cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims.
It's stock alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000
pounds of Metro around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopeds
and 18-wheelers by surprise... I was headed back from Baskin Robbins
with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No Cinnamon, ma'am, I
take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro
throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and
wiped the white froth from my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own
business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I turned, made
eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford
Festiva - a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb
feelers, and schoolbus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure. The
howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the
driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on
my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be
fast, and I am "damn" cool, hence...), the night was split with the
sound of seven screaming cylinders... Then the light turned... I
almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting
me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke poured from my
front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me
down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I
heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front
wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as
his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot
gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on
in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a
glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth... He was
running a custom exhaust-probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust...maybe
even cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the
crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction... Yet still I
persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched
song, wound fully out. Though only a few handfuls of seconds had
passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the
interesection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made
his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade
as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the
clutch gently in to keep from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot
a pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke.
Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and
I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and
dropped the clutch. We careened over the croswalk, now going at
least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the
race as we were, neither of us batted an eye. He pulled slowly
abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the
scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot
circle. He nosed ahead as we passed in front of me, taunting, as we
shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his
exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to
take the next corner. I saw my opportunity, and counting on the
innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two
lane and kept my foot buried in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him,
feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the
midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its
suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the
ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were
pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva... The Ford
driver beat his wheel in rage as my wife's car eased past him on the
outside, myP165/55R13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next
light. We coasted down, neck-and-neck, to the red light. I
tighentened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this
WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a
right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!! I drove off sipping my
masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other
unwitting targets..."

 

Haha

 

That so r0cked that I could actually recognize your guys' exhaust.... it was freakin sooo distinct... first a nice deep m3 exhaust, then a few other vq35 exhausts.... i stood in my garage and was like "WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!! I know those exhausts!!!!" then I had to call up Rob

im still shakin my head that I could actually recognize the group WITHOUT SEEING you guys...

so no pics???????????? even of GH3 at Rob's place??? LMAO

 

omg that was the longest story ever.