Originally posted by doublejceballos
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He saw my dad, who was approaching 50 at the time.
He didn't see my 6'2" 200lb line backer brother and myself in the back seat though. It was a good stand off none the less.
And the lake isn't that gross. It's nice and warm. And the water is always perfect!
Back to stories about n00bs. I went out to Mission tonight which was good times. However on the way home I had this GTP beside me who would pull up, match speed, then launch. He did this numerous times. Eventually the dipshit gets in behind me. Tail gates me on the highway for about 5 minutes before I dump it in 5th... I was leaving him behind quite a ways when I decided to ease off. This was probably my own stupidity because now I guess he wanted to race.
Anyways I manage to stay in the right of two lanes and keep people beside me until he pulls a **** move cutting someone off to get up front. Anyways we hit a red, 60th ave and 176; obviously not a good race light as it turns into a fairly hard right about 50 meters after the intersection. I was praying for anyone to get in my way so he didn't think he "won" when I didn't give her. Anyways, someone turning right onto the street as my light went green saved me. You'd think clown boy would understand I wasn't going to race him, but no, he still screamed the tires and took off.
I learned something tonight; those things are boats. I coulda had him, but he has the joy of ranting to his friends that he either killed a Skyline, or that I was too much of a pansy to do anything.
Whatevs.
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