The Iggblog

I got into my first evAr “street race” tonight.

I was bebopin along in the left hand lane passing a lengthy caravan of nitwits on, and this Porsche 996 comes bombing down my lane behind me. I did not race the Porsche. (Porsche > IggDawg) == always. I pull over to let him by and watch him gracefully float by at 100+ mph like he’s riding on a massive strip of butter. so smooth. anyways… This other car comes blasting down the passing lane going slightly slower, and was presumably using the Porsche as a rabbit. the car in front of me is getting close, so I get into the passing lane. there’s another car in front of me there too. whatever. I’m in no rush. This other car, now visible as a mighty 98 Toyota Corolla CE (classic editionx0r) gets in the right to try and get around me and the car in front of me. of course he gets stuck behind the guy in the right I was getting around.

So the guy pulls in front of me. there’s 1.25 carlengths between my nose and the car in front of me’s butt. he just wiggles in without a signal. still, no big deal. I knew he was going to do it. the is MA after all. I toss him my high beams for a second, and give a quick toot on my horn. just to remind him that there are otehr cars on the road. as I flash him I notice he has two passengers. so he tosses me his flashers. WTF? no man… you didn’t. It’s not that I care if someone gives me the hazards. it’s just the sheer stupidity of the situation… that I’m letting him know he’s being a jackass and he tosses me the “I win” lights. bah. I was bored anyways. Let’s play a little.

The guy in front of him pulls to the right as we pass the guy in the right hand lane. he downshifts and takes off with all his might, as teh stench from his tailpipe and the puff of smoke let me know. Time for a new cat, kiddo. I keep it in 5th and just keep pace with him. he takes it up to a speed slightly higher than the speed limit before we get near traffic again. I was happy to just keep pace. He’s the only one that actually thinks we’re racing. The passengers in the back are all turning around pointing and laughing or something. apparently I was racing them?

Traffic lets up again, and I smell him downshift again. My exit was coming up, so I thought I’d have my fun and get on with the evening. My clutch is still a little fresh, so I baby it into 4th. He’s taking off like a bat out of hell (well, as much of a bat outa hell as a ’98 corolla CE with 2 passengers can…), and I give it about 7/10 throttle. I’m on his ass in moments and the guys in back look all surprised. I tear past him on the right like he’s standing still and toss him the hazards. I wave goodbye and take my exit.

This is the first time I’ve ever really tried to “race” someone. A mostly stock CRX Si is a capable car, but by no means a “mighty adversary.” but a stock corolla with passengers isn’t even capable. there was no competition here. I just felt like pissing off a stupid driver cause it seemed like it would be fun.

street racing is stupid
pissing off stupid drivers is counterproductive

but all the same, it did make me smile a little. There’s a certain sense of satisfaction that comes with decimating an opponent of any sort who you know has absolutely no chance in the world, be it in a car, a debate, a video game, whatever. I never do this sort of thing, so I figure one incedent won’t tarnish my karma too bad. but yeah. I won a street race. :p

-IggDawg