Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
Was headed home last night from town when a late model PSD (3/4 ton, ext. cab, 4X2) pulled up beside me and goosed his throttle indicating he wanted to play 
At the next stop light, we were side-by-side, so I rolled down my window and asked him "whatchya got in that thing?" "Banks Big Hoss," he said in a very cocky way. "Wow!" I said, "that thing's gotta run!" "It runs like a raped ape, you wanna race?" he said. I told him not in town. "Why not? Chicken?" he asked. I told him "I got too much too lose to be racing in town, let's head out on the four-lane out of town. " "OK" he says.
So he pulls ahead of me, and we head out of town. At every stop light he plants his right foot and spins his tires a bit, no doubt trying so scare me.
I just ease along behind him til we get to the outskirst of town. He pulls into the truckstop and so do I. I ask him if he has a manual or auto. "Automatic," he says. "WoW! A Banks Big Hoss PSD with an automatic! I don't know if I can stay with you, I've got to shift!" I confess. 
I ask him if he wants to race from a dead stop, rolling start, or from about 30mph up? "Whatever," he says, "I don't think it's going to matter. " So we ease out to the highway until there are no lights coming from either direction, clear for at least a mile both ways, and we line up. His passenger counts to three and we hit it. To be honest, I was a bit dissappointed. I figured that he would jump me off the line, but I jumped him at the line, and he never caught up. By the time I hit 100, he was about 10 or more lengths behind. It could have been more than that, hard to tell at night, all I could see was fading headlights. I slowed down and he caught up. We raced again from a rolling start of about 30. This was going to be good, because I was in 3rd, and had some RPM. When we started, I jumped him a good length, and then when I hit fourth, my dually's tail started wagging. I bet that really rubbed salt in his hurting pride! Not only did I pull him hard, I was breaking traction and fish-tailing at about 50 mph! I love the power these things are capable of.
I slowed down and he caught up, and gave me the thumbs up.
At least he took his ***** whooping pretty good! :-laf
At the next stop light, we were side-by-side, so I rolled down my window and asked him "whatchya got in that thing?" "Banks Big Hoss," he said in a very cocky way. "Wow!" I said, "that thing's gotta run!" "It runs like a raped ape, you wanna race?" he said. I told him not in town. "Why not? Chicken?" he asked. I told him "I got too much too lose to be racing in town, let's head out on the four-lane out of town. " "OK" he says. So he pulls ahead of me, and we head out of town. At every stop light he plants his right foot and spins his tires a bit, no doubt trying so scare me.
I just ease along behind him til we get to the outskirst of town. He pulls into the truckstop and so do I. I ask him if he has a manual or auto. "Automatic," he says. "WoW! A Banks Big Hoss PSD with an automatic! I don't know if I can stay with you, I've got to shift!" I confess. I ask him if he wants to race from a dead stop, rolling start, or from about 30mph up? "Whatever," he says, "I don't think it's going to matter. " So we ease out to the highway until there are no lights coming from either direction, clear for at least a mile both ways, and we line up. His passenger counts to three and we hit it. To be honest, I was a bit dissappointed. I figured that he would jump me off the line, but I jumped him at the line, and he never caught up. By the time I hit 100, he was about 10 or more lengths behind. It could have been more than that, hard to tell at night, all I could see was fading headlights. I slowed down and he caught up. We raced again from a rolling start of about 30. This was going to be good, because I was in 3rd, and had some RPM. When we started, I jumped him a good length, and then when I hit fourth, my dually's tail started wagging. I bet that really rubbed salt in his hurting pride! Not only did I pull him hard, I was breaking traction and fish-tailing at about 50 mph! I love the power these things are capable of. I slowed down and he caught up, and gave me the thumbs up.
At least he took his ***** whooping pretty good! :-laf
That'll be the day!! 
