so i arrive at a friend's house to session some guitar and outside is the ricey little GTI lowered ONLY in the front guess he's going for that american muscle look. i go inside and seek out the punkbish who owns that GTI. i find him and say "dude is that your GTI?" instantly he jumps up like i just slapped his girlfriend or something and says something like "yeah! want to race?!" im thinking--btw it has been raining all day--(oh fawk a kid who just got his license is gonna act the fool). im like "uhm, ok follow me and we'll do a 10mph roll" i guess this was unacceptable, saying something about his mad torque for launching... he wanted to go from a dig, i told him going from a dig in the rain is not my idea of a good time, and a 10mph roll is plenty low enough for his mad 2.0L 4banger torque to shine.
The Race: my friend hops in my car, other dude has no passenger. i don't feel like explaining 3 honks to this retard so i tell him to just go when he wants and i'll hit it when i see him go.
well he jumped a car at the start because of my method of race starting, in any case. by the end of first gear his rear bumper is at my mirror, 2nd is even, i hit 3rd and start walking up the side of his car. end of 3rd his front bumper is near my trunk, i hit 4th and good-bye mr GTI. at this point i ease onto the brakes and he gets the picture. and then come the excuses, mostly about not going from a dig, yada yada.
oh yeah my daily driver is a 95 saturn coupe 5spd hehe.

 

LOL, i love the gti kids, they are nuts.