DQ Driver
03-21-2004, 03:59 AM
It was a calm, brisk night in a small town called Cleveland. The mist from the slight rain was glistening the smoothly paved roads and the indistanct shape of some American muscle shined bright ahead. Indeed, it is a modded C5 Corvette with the licenese plate "ULL LOSE". Is it a coincidence that Mallet Performance, one of the top corvette modifiers in the world is located in the suburbs of Cleveland?? i wonder
As the old feeble WWD JUNK approaches, it lets off a slight sputter and rumbles through its stock exhaust. The challenge is set and the participants eager. Both vehicles take off with blistering speed, as if their combined forced revolved the wonderous world along its axis. The C5 lets off a horrendous scream through its aftermarket exhaust and sends tingles down my spine. The cars are side by side roaring, approaching the top of third, shifting into 4th there is no clear winner and both cars shut down.
Pleasant words are exchanged and the stage is set once again. This time the outcome was undeniable. The WWD JUNK victoriously pulls ahead several car lengths, after a feebled attempt by the C5 to overcome the 2 liters turbocharged glory. In one familiar sweeping hand motion, the hazard lights are turned on. WWD > RWD, and traction ownz joo
Both competitors exit the highway for an attempt from a slow roll. Once again the WWD JUNK clearly pulls on all 8 cylinders of pure beauty through all of 2nd and 3rd gear. And the bitchy hot looking girlfriend in the passenger seat bows her head in shame and embarrasment as the C5 peddles way into the horizon.
The End.
I bear witness to these extraordinary events and laughed so hard I almost threw up.
As the old feeble WWD JUNK approaches, it lets off a slight sputter and rumbles through its stock exhaust. The challenge is set and the participants eager. Both vehicles take off with blistering speed, as if their combined forced revolved the wonderous world along its axis. The C5 lets off a horrendous scream through its aftermarket exhaust and sends tingles down my spine. The cars are side by side roaring, approaching the top of third, shifting into 4th there is no clear winner and both cars shut down.
Pleasant words are exchanged and the stage is set once again. This time the outcome was undeniable. The WWD JUNK victoriously pulls ahead several car lengths, after a feebled attempt by the C5 to overcome the 2 liters turbocharged glory. In one familiar sweeping hand motion, the hazard lights are turned on. WWD > RWD, and traction ownz joo
Both competitors exit the highway for an attempt from a slow roll. Once again the WWD JUNK clearly pulls on all 8 cylinders of pure beauty through all of 2nd and 3rd gear. And the bitchy hot looking girlfriend in the passenger seat bows her head in shame and embarrasment as the C5 peddles way into the horizon.
The End.
I bear witness to these extraordinary events and laughed so hard I almost threw up.