Not too exciting, but fun non the less. I took the colt out to a local 1/8th miles, probably the worst track in the world (it's a parking lot). I was sitting in the car, waiting in the staging lanes and this kid comes up to me...
Him: "hey do you have nitrous in that thing!!!??"
Me: "no why?"
Him: "you have a cage in it"
Me: "no, no nitrous"
Him: "what have you done?"
Me: "it's just a 2.0"
Him: "REALLY?! That's it?!"
Me: "...yep, that's it"
He walks back and gets in an SRT-4. I look at his front tires, street tires...bwahaha. I tell the guy that lines up the races to line us up (the kid in the SRT has no idea I planned this).
He does a shitty burnout and I drive around the water puddle up to the line. I put ATLEAST 3 cars on him in first then procceded to miss second. By the time I got it into second he was still behind me and the raping continued (managed an 8.3@87). He never came up to talk to me about my car after the race...
