Holy crap I am so bored right now, but guess what!? About a week ago I got to a race a neon, Woohoo. No one ever wants to race me , except on explorer that tried to kill me, and the neon. So here's my story...
It was a nice foggy day in Monterey, I and my younger brother of 13 were taking a leisurely cruise to the place I call home. It was so pleasant, the agonizing drone of my exhaust, bouncing over pebbles in my severely stiff suspension, who could ask for a nicer drive. As we cruised along I began to notice a hideously purple destroyer of my serenity, "behold" I stated "thine purple Neon approaches." That rocket of neon must have been piloted by a master, the way he swerved effortlessly through traffic, and almost carresed the guard-rail. As he approached, I decided to show him that this type of driving in my house doesn't go without consequence. As he tailgated awaiting his window of opportunity I patiently waited to downshift into 2nd gear. My brother stared at the beast with unwaivering discipline, as he watched and listened for the instant the neon would try his pass. It happened, all so suddenly, it was like; whaaaaa, and then, whooom, and whoosh, and it was over so quickly. We remained truimphant, this was our house, and no neon was going to disrespect my Protege .
After that we pulled to a light and raced, I was a good car length at the end of first... Oh well, at least I got to race someone besides my friend with his turbocharged 260Z, who always blows my doors off, even before his turbo
It was a nice foggy day in Monterey, I and my younger brother of 13 were taking a leisurely cruise to the place I call home. It was so pleasant, the agonizing drone of my exhaust, bouncing over pebbles in my severely stiff suspension, who could ask for a nicer drive. As we cruised along I began to notice a hideously purple destroyer of my serenity, "behold" I stated "thine purple Neon approaches." That rocket of neon must have been piloted by a master, the way he swerved effortlessly through traffic, and almost carresed the guard-rail. As he approached, I decided to show him that this type of driving in my house doesn't go without consequence. As he tailgated awaiting his window of opportunity I patiently waited to downshift into 2nd gear. My brother stared at the beast with unwaivering discipline, as he watched and listened for the instant the neon would try his pass. It happened, all so suddenly, it was like; whaaaaa, and then, whooom, and whoosh, and it was over so quickly. We remained truimphant, this was our house, and no neon was going to disrespect my Protege .
After that we pulled to a light and raced, I was a good car length at the end of first... Oh well, at least I got to race someone besides my friend with his turbocharged 260Z, who always blows my doors off, even before his turbo
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