Hi my names dave, I want to tell you a story......
It all started when my 1998 Trans Am WS6 went to the shop, I was having a supercharger and an underdrive pulley setup added, as well as larger injectors. In the meantime I had to drive my wifes car. Thats what the stories about......

I awoke one morning and got dressed for work, I stapped on my driving gloves and grabbed my helmet, then I remembered my car was in the shop. I walked to the garage, it was dark so I couldnt see my partner in crime. I felt for the door handle and opened it resting my weight into the seat. I shut the door and was greeted by the smell of perfume and nail polish. I snaked the key into its haven and turned it, instantly the car started gloating all 1000cc's of its power. All three cylinders roared as I laid into the throttle. I began to laugh hysterically, I now knew why kids bought these things. I felt unstoppable, I roared out of the garage and tore down the street, heading off to my destination.

A few hours later I left work and astonded my collueges with a reverse doughnut out of my reserved spot. I arrived at third street, oh third street, where the ricers congregated. In my T/A I could easily kill three or four on my way home. But as I approached a light, a lightning yellow car skidded to a stop beside me. It was a ford fiesta, I revved My Geo Metro announcing its suzuki powerplant. He responded with an equally threataning growl. When the light turned we went for it, off the line his one extra cylinder gave him the upper hand. but about ten seconds later I shifted to second and gained ground. we stayed even until about halfway to the next light where he began to lose me. I shifted to third but alas it was in vain, he began to leave me. about thirty seconds later we hit forty and I saw a gleam of chrome from under his bumper, An aftermarket exhaust! I knew I had no chance but I shifted into fourth and gunned it. I couldnt keep up and at the next light I saw his laughter and it bugged me. I vowed to get revenge.

The Real Deal

I hadnt actually been racing this punk, I was just minding my own business and this ****** shown his rice. the sad thing is I was driving like a civilized person and he still couldnt leave me.

One Month Later

I had been looking for the "Fiesta" for about a week and no sign of him, I had almost forgotten when I saw him, There was no mistaking the canary yellow fiesta, so I pulled up next to him. His fart can could barely contain itself as my V8 whistled its joy as the supercharger rammed air into it. When The light changed He actually launced and burned his tires a little...... SO... I launched and burned my tires until I left the light and I passed his little matchbox ******* can about a second after I gave him a head start. The T/A even got a little sideways, I blew through two lights until I let him catch me, and he launched again! so I obliged him and beat his *** without shifting past first.

Moral: I dont ******* know, but I do want to know why a fiesta was trying to catch a damn T/A in the first place...... Goddam ricers......