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A few years back, I was stopped at a red light and waiting on a green. This fool comes up in his new Ram 1500. He starts reving his huge engine and I accept he challenge. Light turns green and I floor it. Tires squeal and smoke goes everywhere. I can just imagine people eating at the Sonic turning thier heads real quick. Well the race was over before the 1/8 mile mark. I check the rearview and hes a few car lenghts back. The greatest part about it, I was driving a plymoth grand voyager. A damn MINIVAN!!!! I stomped his a** in a minivan. The richboy was shocked when he rolled by. Should have paid more attention to is suspension. I talked to him a few weeks later and he told me that he couldn't catch traction. Dumbass.

Not really. I don't do much street racing. I've lost some friends and seen many people who have lost their sons and daughters while street racing or being an innocent bystander.

Thats hilarious. This one isn't racing anybody, just time. In my senoir year of high school, I had classes at my regular school and auto tech in the next town over. Well, the class had a trip to Dallas to go to a car show and we needed consent forms from our councelors at our base schools. Well, I was under the impression that my school would send the teacher the consent form. So, I drive the 20 miles to the class and park my car. A fellow classmate asked me if I picked up my forms, which I didn't. So, I got back in my car and he jumped in with me. Now the situation is this, I have 15 minutes to drive 40 miles back to my home school and then back to class. Through town, I was doing 60 in a 30. Once I left town, I punched my 84 Buick LeSabre Limited up to 120 in 55 and 65 zones. Unluckily, I passed the local Sheriff's department. I don't know why he didn't try harder to catch someone blatanly speeding. I guess that by the time he got turned around, I was long gone. He wouldn't have been able to keep up anyways. So, I make it back to school, grab my form and do the same thing. 120 in a 65. Well, right outside of town, I come up on a car. I start to pass and noticed another car coming at me. I'm thinking, "Oh, s**t! I'm going to die!" My buddy was white faced. I don't think he could take the speed well. When I get halfway around the car I'm passing, I realize it was the same damn Sheriff I passed a few minutes before. I figured I was completely busted. And then I finally get my focus on the car coming at me, its a damn STATE TROOPER!! Now I think I'm really ********. I get around the sheriff and keep going. I look behinnd me and see lights and white smoke. Then amazingly, they stop pursuit! SO I keep going. It got real good when I hit a drop-off, my Buick caught air. Thats when he freaked. He really couldn't take the speed. That was the most fun and the most fear I've ever had. I made it to class just a few minutes late.

That was by far my most favorite and most dangerous. I got more tickets in that car than in any other. I really loved that car. But I blew my transmission and couldn't fix it. Trannies were always my weak link.

Yeah, unfortunately, I had to sell the car to a wrecker company and they crushed it. That kinda sucks. If I can find one again, I will get one.

Want to hear something more horrible? Some guys I know used to own a 1987 Buick Grand National, and they destroyed the front end. It's sitting in a field.

Actually, I think the turbo is still intact, but thats about it.

It does suck that I had to sell it. It was a great car. As for the the wrecked car, I would love to get my hands on that!