A pair of Z06 kills
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From: Oakland CA
So... I decide a few nights ago to crash the i-club (Subaru) meet that's held weekly at the Krispy Kreme in Union City. I get there on time because I overestimated traffic, which is gay because nobody shows up for about an hour. It's just me and three or four other guys standing around. I park off to the side quite a bit, my car not really being visible from where everyone else is. I figure I'll leave the good spots for the Subie guys.
At around 9 pm everyone starts showing up, including a Z06 and an Evo, which seem to be together. Everybody wanders over to the Z06, me included. It's a new one, the 405hp version. It looks stock, has the stock exhaust, wheels, tires, etc. One of the driver's friends, half joking, is asking people if they want to run it.
About half an hour goes by, and it looks like everyone who will be there has already showed up. I walk over to my car and drive it over, parking next to the Z06. A bunch of people come over and ask me about my car. I answer the usual questions for a bit (what size turbo? are you sure it's not a 2.0? etc) and then the driver of the Z06 comes over and asks me if I want to go somewhere and run. I say sure, and soon enough there's a 7 to 10 car caravan following us out to the spot. I'm told by no less than 3 people that I will be destroyed.
The first time we go is on the freeway. I'm running 13psi on pump gas (91) with about 50lbs of crap in the car. He pulls along side and we go on 3 honks from around 60mph. I immediately pulled a few feet, and slowly walked him. By 140 when I braked for traffic up ahead, his front bumper was about 3-4 feet off of my rear.
We get to the industrial park were we're gonna run for real, and the caravan pulls off into a parking lot to watch. There are cars at each end of the street watching for cops that will flash their lights if we have an all-clear.
The second and final time we went was from a ~25 roll. We go on 3, and I spin all of 1st, slam 2nd, bounce off the limiter until I know it's good to go to 3rd, hook up, and let off at 100, which is what we agreed to stop at. He dropped back a few feet at first, pulled even when I spun all of 2nd and dropped back the same 3-4 feet until we let off.
After this second run, he turns his headlights off and makes a u-turn. I keep rolling, and I see a car make a right turn onto our road. It's a cop. I just keep driving like nothing had happened. Sure enough, the cop pulls over the vette. I'm freaking out at this point, not knowing what the cop saw or how many more were on their way. One of the lookout cars and I take off, turning into a residential area. We park for a bit and call one of the other dudes.
It turns out that the Z06 driver had no license on him and that's what the cop was talking to him about. He asks him if he was racing, and just as he says that, the caravan leaves the parking lot right across from them. So there's a Z06 in an industrial park at 11pm making a u-turn with his lights off next to a parking lot containing 4 WRXs, 2STis and an Evo that all take off when the cop shows up I wonder what he was doing?
Number 2:
This one was WAY better. I'm on 880 today and a yellow Z06 passes me and gets off at the Montague Expressway. I'm in no hurry, so I follow him. There's no traffic, and I pull up next to him and grin.
This is an EXACT quote of the conversation:
Him: "*looking at my car* Are you
ing kidding me???"
Me: "nope"
Him: "405 horsepower" *points at dash*
Me: "That's gonna be the second one I beat this week."
Him: *Laughs*
It was such a "Fast and Furious" moment that I had to laugh. He takes off normally and I pace him. At about 25 I yell over "you go first" and he mashes it. I floor it and by 80 or so he's a few carlengths back. He pulls along side.
Him: "Ok, I'm convinced."
We pull over up the road and we check out each other's cars. It's stock. We chat for a bit and I take off.
At around 9 pm everyone starts showing up, including a Z06 and an Evo, which seem to be together. Everybody wanders over to the Z06, me included. It's a new one, the 405hp version. It looks stock, has the stock exhaust, wheels, tires, etc. One of the driver's friends, half joking, is asking people if they want to run it.
About half an hour goes by, and it looks like everyone who will be there has already showed up. I walk over to my car and drive it over, parking next to the Z06. A bunch of people come over and ask me about my car. I answer the usual questions for a bit (what size turbo? are you sure it's not a 2.0? etc) and then the driver of the Z06 comes over and asks me if I want to go somewhere and run. I say sure, and soon enough there's a 7 to 10 car caravan following us out to the spot. I'm told by no less than 3 people that I will be destroyed.
The first time we go is on the freeway. I'm running 13psi on pump gas (91) with about 50lbs of crap in the car. He pulls along side and we go on 3 honks from around 60mph. I immediately pulled a few feet, and slowly walked him. By 140 when I braked for traffic up ahead, his front bumper was about 3-4 feet off of my rear.
We get to the industrial park were we're gonna run for real, and the caravan pulls off into a parking lot to watch. There are cars at each end of the street watching for cops that will flash their lights if we have an all-clear.
The second and final time we went was from a ~25 roll. We go on 3, and I spin all of 1st, slam 2nd, bounce off the limiter until I know it's good to go to 3rd, hook up, and let off at 100, which is what we agreed to stop at. He dropped back a few feet at first, pulled even when I spun all of 2nd and dropped back the same 3-4 feet until we let off.
After this second run, he turns his headlights off and makes a u-turn. I keep rolling, and I see a car make a right turn onto our road. It's a cop. I just keep driving like nothing had happened. Sure enough, the cop pulls over the vette. I'm freaking out at this point, not knowing what the cop saw or how many more were on their way. One of the lookout cars and I take off, turning into a residential area. We park for a bit and call one of the other dudes.
It turns out that the Z06 driver had no license on him and that's what the cop was talking to him about. He asks him if he was racing, and just as he says that, the caravan leaves the parking lot right across from them. So there's a Z06 in an industrial park at 11pm making a u-turn with his lights off next to a parking lot containing 4 WRXs, 2STis and an Evo that all take off when the cop shows up I wonder what he was doing?
Number 2:
This one was WAY better. I'm on 880 today and a yellow Z06 passes me and gets off at the Montague Expressway. I'm in no hurry, so I follow him. There's no traffic, and I pull up next to him and grin.
This is an EXACT quote of the conversation:
Him: "*looking at my car* Are you
ing kidding me???"Me: "nope"
Him: "405 horsepower" *points at dash*
Me: "That's gonna be the second one I beat this week."
Him: *Laughs*
It was such a "Fast and Furious" moment that I had to laugh. He takes off normally and I pace him. At about 25 I yell over "you go first" and he mashes it. I floor it and by 80 or so he's a few carlengths back. He pulls along side.
Him: "Ok, I'm convinced."
We pull over up the road and we check out each other's cars. It's stock. We chat for a bit and I take off.
