Haha, I had some fun with an '01 Viper GTS today. I was on the way home from school and saw a black (with silver stripes) Viper just ahead. I caught up and we raced to about 100mph; I only lost by about 1.5 car lengths. Good race.

Anyway, I pulled up next to him again and he asked me to follow him... Umm... OK. So I followed him into the Barnes & Noble parking lot and we parked. We were just talking about cars (duh) and he (Murry) really is a car guy. Apparently we've met several times before at TWS, where he tracks his Viper every now and then. I told him the car is my dad's, and that I drive an S2000 which I also track, that I recognized his car and he was a pretty good driver, blah blah blah.

 

...

Him: Are you the one in that silver S2000?
Me: Well, my S2000 is silver but I don't know if I'm the one you're thinking of.
Him: Do you always go with a black 300ZX?
Me: Ya, that's my dad.
Him: Oh, well I think I remember you. You're that "young Asian kid" that everyone's talking about.
Me: Huh? What do you mean?
Him: Ya, the fast one.
Me: Oh, haha. Thanks.

...

 

So basically we just talked about both cars for 30min or so. It was pretty fun, to tell you the truth. Murry said he was on his lunch break but it didn't matter.

 

Then at around 1pm a nice silver 911 Turbo pulls into the parking lot. He sees us and comes over.

So it's a 575M, Viper GTS, and 911 Turbo just chillin' in the Barnes & Noble parking lot. The guy driving the Porsche is some Asian dude (Tuan) and so we just talk some more about cars. Tuan doesn't track his car; he never has.

 

Finally we decide to leave and we have our own little convoy of supercars.

We raced from the light, all three cars lined up. It was so ing badass. The light turns green and the Porsche rockets away. The Viper and I were pretty damn close. I haven't perfected the shifting yet so he was able to pull a nose on me. By the time we shut it down at ~120mph, the Porsche was about a car length ahead of the Viper and I.

 

We would've raced again but this stupid pair of state troopers began following us. They probably wanted to pull us over and would accuse us of racing. And they would succeed because we were guilty.

 

Anyway, it was the most fun I've had in a LONG time.

 

Very nice!

 

indeed!

now it's time to mow the lawn

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Fine work, son. Glad you're making some other friends