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Once upon a time we all drove cars that didn't sit in our garages for weeks, months, years on end. We actually drove them. In the present so many of us act like "strippers" saying, "Its just garaged until I pay off my college loans, pay off my wedding, a baby", oh, the list goes on and your balls will only get closer to the toilet water when you shit. Yes, I admit, I am describing myself. The Red Dragon has been sleeping longer then a Rocky Sequel takes to come out, and the Pale horse was sold long ago, but whats to say I can't have fun in the cars I drive. I do have an ELITE edition Odyssey, and a Platinum Edition GS, yeah, so what if they are 15 years old, I own them out right. I don't have any car payments, that's cool right, street cred. Only problem is, its an electronic title so I really don't own it per say, but its in cyber/state of Florida space they are mine. Let me not forget to mention all events discussed in regards to "street racing" or illegal acts occurred in Mexico; where, as we all know everything is legal. Before you get the TL : DR, or some other acronym I am to old to know about, let me get to the story.

I live near a high school, no Chris Hansen you need not be worried, the ones I invite over for beer and a free pack of Newport's bring large, insert color here, boyfriends, and we just hang out by the pool. Completely not true, as we all know I am married and masturbate to online porn, which asserts all girls I am watching in the comfort of my own computer chair have shown three forms of id; tits, pussy, and ass. The point of living near a high school is every douche kid with a car treats the streets around my house like the Nurburging. Anyone who does not know what that is, you have Google and to put in a cliff note, its the Nur near the Burging, yes, you got, it its part of "The Shire". I too must travel these roads whilst these young Dorifutazu(ドリフターズ) are driving home, because I have to pick up my children at various checkpoints. If you don't speak or read Japanese just look at the last letter of the word. It is a guy trying to run his head into a locker, you get my point. Soooooooo, the other day a red RSX pulls up and well...

Typical afternoon in Mexico. The heat gave the asphalt a sticky gummy texture. I scanned my surroundings, quickly detecting a Red RSX in the turning lane without a blinker on. This is typical as the center lane, AKA, the I am going straight ahead lane, which blocks up with high schooler traffic exiting the high school, go figure, and no one turns fucking right at this junction. Literally the Road Runner couldn't convince Wile E. Coyote to turn down this stretch of highway. So I know, oh I know this douche bag is not turning, but expecting to over take this sluggish Honda Odyssey Touring Elite LX EXL SLO AS FUK van. What they don't know is this guy, this guy, in this van, is not having it. Even with my wife staring into her vanity mirror, which stays permanently down as if at any second, something could occur requiring a mirror, a new coat of eyeliner, lipstick, nail polish, dental floss, or something else MacGuver would require to build a bomb, minus picking a booger. She doesn't pooh or pick her nose, guys I checked. I reached over and "inadvertently" stoked her thigh. She smiled out of the corner of her mouth, not understanding that this touch allowed me to stare at the passenger of the RSX right in the eyes. Our eyes, well my eyes plus their enlarged sunglasses met face to face. He, holy shit, She flicked a cigarette out of her window past an eat shit look and considered me, me, a non factor. Completely outraged I drew my attention to the tree of lights in front of me. I looked for hints to increase my 60ft time. On the other side of the road I saw the pedestrian crossing sign slowly counting down. I re-gripped the steering wheel, massaging my hands into the Touring editions leather steering wheel. I looked over hoping to meet the eyes of my opponent once more, but they were too interested in other things, ie this little electronic gadget that is suppose to be illegal to use whilst driving. One last time I looked over to the red flashing gender ambiguous figure with numbers above its head continuing to countdown, 3,2,1. I SMASHED the gas with a reaction time that would be posted on the wall of the Force Family's home, staring down the road, focused, in control, in the lead! "YOU JUST RAN A FUCKING RED LIGHT" was all I could hear screaming in my ear. It seems like someone in a little electronic box across the street was a fucking lier. LUCKY, no one ever turns right and I didn't get hit. I slumped over the steering wheel and began scrolling through the bills that I have stored to memory, which prevent me from finishing my Supra build.

I do apologize for taking your time, but at the end of the day, ask any racer. Any real racer. It don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning. Yeah, fuck you I faulted, but I was first and if you and not first your last.
 

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You didnt win...you redlit..just as I did in the first round of TX2K9. Yes....it was a painful 1100 miles home so i feel your pain. However you delivered a great story as you always do.
 

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hahahahah good story :)

/ Danny
 

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I think Supraforums is in sleep mode. You all will have to pick up my book for a few dollars on the app store or some shit. Lol, the good ole days are gone, but I has been writting and you may be reading soon enough. GN and good luck SF, signing off.
 
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