He (punk in a litte mitsu) was right on my tail for a few miles in typical ricer fashion. We come to a red light and he moved into the right hand turn lane but hung back about a length. Then I hear him starting to stage up halfway through the light. Light turns green I eased into the throttle to get a little boost and then pegged it, large volumes of black smoke eveloped his formerly white car (now somewhat pale grey). He tried, but kept losing ground and finally slipped in behind and behaved himself. I wonder what he would have thought if my TST had been higher than 1,1. Unfortunately, I have some low-side and fuel-rail pressure issues right now so the TST is only good for smoke and scare-ya-to-death temps.
Anyway, yeah I know that stuff is immature, but "he started it, Mom"
Anyway, yeah I know that stuff is immature, but "he started it, Mom"
