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This is just a short note about how dumb a teenage boy w/ a fast car can be.
I allways felt less fortunate. As a child I was often teased about the clothes I wore, and the toys that I played with. So naturally when I finally got toys that were cool I showed them off. One particular time, I was at 7-11 car wash, and just spent about an hour washing my car and hanging out with some friends.
A bunch of guys were heading downtown to the local arcade. (yes I am dating myself here..) and I decided I'd meet up with them a little bit later because I was still waxing off. Soon the car was polished shiny, looking wet, but oh so dry.
The night was cool & clear, but not cold. That meant I took the T-tops off and was ready to roll. There were a few ricer guys who were not with my group, and I was going to give them something to think about for a bit. I rolled up and was about to make a right turn into trafic.
I started my line lock (25% of brake while holding the throttle in) and let out some smoke. I found that I had a speed limiter! as my tires were spinning at roughly 128.2 miles per hour. As I let go of the brake, my tires continued to spin. I had 0 traction whatsoever. I almost got rear ended because the car coming up couldn't see that I was still there in an enormous cloud of smoke. Those silly litte guys were now coughing up a storm, and I couldn't see what direction I was facing. Finally my head flew back into it's place, as I enjoyed the powerfull acceleration that only a hot wheeled launch can bring. My tires finally gripped, and somehow I was facing the right way!
Why do guys do stuff like that? I don't know, but it was fun!
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