I got beat twice, make that three times

I'll abbreviate most of the night and just post the races...


Coming home and have my friend Jesse and his sister in my truck. A dakota that I had passed a little while back is now beside me. It's a yummy new body style Sport with the V6. I notice he has a K&N sticker on his back window. So I know this truck was at least 'lightly' modified. We mess around a bit on the highway and then coming into town we have a red. We both know what's up. I raise my rpm a little. Red cherry drops to green apple and I let out the clutch and await my death sentence. To my surprise we are pretty close through first and second. But when I got into third he started walkin'....

About to go find something to do for the night, I am in my truck Jesse is in his with a female friend. We've raced many times so I knew what would happen. Light turns green and I pull a few feet in first but then second gear comes along. It's not just a different story, it's a different book. His truck all but rapes mine. But I'm not mad, he has a slightly lighter truck and about 50 more horsepower. Keeping in mind I only have 100 horsepower. It wasn't much of a race...

Later in the night I am following my friend Vincent to his house. He has a 92 Accord. We are traveling fairly fast, about 90, and he hits the gas and starts getting football fields away from me. His car has no problem doin' 110 and above but my poor truck cannot overcome the wind resistance above 97.



You don't have to tell me that my truck is slow. Cuz' believe me, I already know.