I was standing around my buddies at a test-n-tune in rural GA. There were ALOT of people there. They were gonna have a gamblers money race. That means during the test-n-tune grudge matches could pop up out of nowhere. So I planned on making a few buck on the races. Plus this was a chance to see all of the money cars run.
much to my dismay... there were a bunch of those punk ass little kids with Datsuns there. The track owner said there were too many cars there to have the gamblers race.. anyhow.. I was really pissed. So I am standing at the starting line with a few of my buddies and I was talking a bunch of shit about all of the imports. The teenagers were getting kinda mad cause some of them were making videos of their friends cars.. and I guess on the tape you could see me over there cracking on the cars.
anyway.. a little while later, my brother and my buddies went over to the snack bar and I was standing over there with about 30 little kids who were bitter because I was not happy about watching their weed-whackers race.
One kid was standing next to me and he was talking to his girlfriend.. I hear him say.. "David put a 150 shot on his car.." for a second I think he is not a riceboy.. so I started talking shit to him. Then I see David's car. It was a Datsun with a fucking diving board attached to the back. I started laughing at he started purging his system. Then the light drops and the kid runs a 12.90... on nitrous. That is not 1/4 mile time either. To give you an idea.. a stock 5.0 mustang runs about 10.90 or so here. So here is this kid talking about how fast his friends car is and it runs a fuckin 13??
Meanwhile.. back at the corral...
I am standing there when the next batch of Datsuns pulls up.. and they stage up... I am standing inside the fence and as the light turns green, I take off along the fence full speed. I almost had a quicker 60ft. time in my work botts than those rice cars have on nitrous!!! Well me running along the inside of the fence had all of older people laughing and all of the riceboys pissed. I walk back to the starting line and everyone is laughing. I was waiting for the next car to come up and about 15 of these fuckin "Bling Bling" faggots surround me. Now I can scrap pretty good.. but I think I would only be good for about 4 or 5 of them. There was not a fighting chance in hell I could take down 15 of them. They started asking why I was such a prick. I told them that I paid $10 to get into the track to see racing. If I wanted to see weed whackers run I would go to the local mall. I was about to get my ass handed to me when a cop walked up and kinda saved my ass.
(on a side note.. the next week at the track I ran into one of those kids.. he was not too bold while he was alone. I walked past him and his girlfriend and spit a big mouthful of RedMan all over the tire on his Shitzuzu.. he just looked at me and I walked off)