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just read it wickster. old men trip and fall and pedestrians die from accelerated road debris 
Originally posted by alexf20c
It's more fun blasting through downtown Houston... Westheimer... Travis... West Dallas... McCormick...
"Which of these is a one-way road again?" you ask yourself as you blast your way through traffic lights, in between crossing pedestrians and over construction, jiggling bits of you that you wish had not been jiggled. The acceleration is so vivid it leads to a sort of temporary delirium, then the blasts of car horns brings you back to sanity as you realize, "Oh ****, this is a one-way street."
Hard on the brakes, you're thrown violently into the racing harness as you're lifted off of the seat. Your vision blurs from the compression but you manage to pull the handbrake, flick the wheel, and bring the car around in a fury of tire smoke and engine roar. You're quickly recalibrating your inner map as you try to decide which road goes which way. "OK, let's go this way."
Flick. Gas. Full lock. Gas. Lift. Gas. And you ride out the slide, your tires spinning furiously, kicking up debris and hurling it at the sidewalk. The projectiles impale themselves on unlucky pedestrians and shatter 20ft windows, but you stick with it. You do not lift.
Hold it. Hold it. Ok, now steering lock in the other direction and lift, then the LOUD pedal meets the carpet one last time in a beautiful symphony of 137dB small block, straight pipes, and tire squeal.
Red light.
Both feet in, you threshold brake to a beautiful stop right in front of the crosswalk, scaring the living shit out of the old man that took a step into the road one second too early. He jumps back, then after reassuring himself that you've come to a stop, begins walking past. You still have the clutch in so you blip it three times, the third time the rev counter just kissing 6000rpm.
It backfires as you lift off of WOT, and you can see the window panels on the adjacent buildings vibrating in harmony with the booming exhaust note.
The old man drops his man purse, and as he bends over to pick it up, you blip it again. The man falls on his ass, and as by-standers rush to his aid while simultaneously throwing you the finger, you vut the wheel, clutch in, redline and sidestep it, slingshotting away in a fury of wheel hop, wheelspin, tire smoke, and exhaust clatter.
It's more fun blasting through downtown Houston... Westheimer... Travis... West Dallas... McCormick...
"Which of these is a one-way road again?" you ask yourself as you blast your way through traffic lights, in between crossing pedestrians and over construction, jiggling bits of you that you wish had not been jiggled. The acceleration is so vivid it leads to a sort of temporary delirium, then the blasts of car horns brings you back to sanity as you realize, "Oh ****, this is a one-way street."
Hard on the brakes, you're thrown violently into the racing harness as you're lifted off of the seat. Your vision blurs from the compression but you manage to pull the handbrake, flick the wheel, and bring the car around in a fury of tire smoke and engine roar. You're quickly recalibrating your inner map as you try to decide which road goes which way. "OK, let's go this way."
Flick. Gas. Full lock. Gas. Lift. Gas. And you ride out the slide, your tires spinning furiously, kicking up debris and hurling it at the sidewalk. The projectiles impale themselves on unlucky pedestrians and shatter 20ft windows, but you stick with it. You do not lift.
Hold it. Hold it. Ok, now steering lock in the other direction and lift, then the LOUD pedal meets the carpet one last time in a beautiful symphony of 137dB small block, straight pipes, and tire squeal.
Red light.
Both feet in, you threshold brake to a beautiful stop right in front of the crosswalk, scaring the living shit out of the old man that took a step into the road one second too early. He jumps back, then after reassuring himself that you've come to a stop, begins walking past. You still have the clutch in so you blip it three times, the third time the rev counter just kissing 6000rpm.
It backfires as you lift off of WOT, and you can see the window panels on the adjacent buildings vibrating in harmony with the booming exhaust note.
The old man drops his man purse, and as he bends over to pick it up, you blip it again. The man falls on his ass, and as by-standers rush to his aid while simultaneously throwing you the finger, you vut the wheel, clutch in, redline and sidestep it, slingshotting away in a fury of wheel hop, wheelspin, tire smoke, and exhaust clatter.
