On my way to the cruise at Mark's Auto Parts Monday night, me and my friend Jeff are in the GN on the Rt. 20 connector to Bradley Int'l Airport. We come up on a '68-'70-ish white Corvette with an L-88 scoop, with 427 badges attached to it. Kinda doubt it was a genuine L-88, but it is a nice car. He sees me behind him, throttles it a little bit, and lets off. He does this a coupla times. I have the Hoosiers and skinnies on the GN, so there's no way I'm gonna partake in a corner-carving contest with this dude.
We get off the highway, and wouldn't ya know, we hit a red light together. I hear a couple healthy sounding revs, clearly intending to get my attention. Jeff just says "You had best smoke this clown, you know damn well he's got nothing on this car!" Well, I didn't really know that, but I was feeling cocky that night so I obliged.
The light turns green and I wait for him to move. He walks it off the line, holding it in 1st gear, and I do the same, waiting for his next move. He starts gassing it a little harder with each passing second. OK, it's on now!!
I'd had enough, time to get down to business. We must have been reading each others minds, because we both punch it at almost exactly the same time. "Alky On" lite goes on, and the boost gauge goes berserk and pegs 22psi. The Hoosiers hook like glue....I'm outta there, walking him right away. The shift lite glares at me at 5K and I hit 2nd. Turbo is singin' the sweet note that only it is capable of making, and the shift lite does its thing at 5K again and I slip the shifter into 3rd. I waited for him to let off before I did. After about 1/8 mile or so, I had a clear 3 cars on him. He follows me into the cruise, and parks right next to me. I was gonna get out and compliment him on his ride, but he and his woman get out and walk in the other direction....oh well, f*ck ya then!.
All in all it was a great night, spent some time talking to Cakes, and got a lot of compliments on the GN. Even got the now-standard "You got NAHHHHS on this thing?" question. No son, it's a turbo V6.
Saw Jack C. and the Pumpkin, but by the time I got over to talk to him, he had already left, bummer.
Steve
We get off the highway, and wouldn't ya know, we hit a red light together. I hear a couple healthy sounding revs, clearly intending to get my attention. Jeff just says "You had best smoke this clown, you know damn well he's got nothing on this car!" Well, I didn't really know that, but I was feeling cocky that night so I obliged.
The light turns green and I wait for him to move. He walks it off the line, holding it in 1st gear, and I do the same, waiting for his next move. He starts gassing it a little harder with each passing second. OK, it's on now!! I'd had enough, time to get down to business. We must have been reading each others minds, because we both punch it at almost exactly the same time. "Alky On" lite goes on, and the boost gauge goes berserk and pegs 22psi. The Hoosiers hook like glue....I'm outta there, walking him right away. The shift lite glares at me at 5K and I hit 2nd. Turbo is singin' the sweet note that only it is capable of making, and the shift lite does its thing at 5K again and I slip the shifter into 3rd. I waited for him to let off before I did. After about 1/8 mile or so, I had a clear 3 cars on him. He follows me into the cruise, and parks right next to me. I was gonna get out and compliment him on his ride, but he and his woman get out and walk in the other direction....oh well, f*ck ya then!.
All in all it was a great night, spent some time talking to Cakes, and got a lot of compliments on the GN. Even got the now-standard "You got NAHHHHS on this thing?" question. No son, it's a turbo V6.
Saw Jack C. and the Pumpkin, but by the time I got over to talk to him, he had already left, bummer.
Steve
