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This morning (1:00AM) my friend John was following me and these two punks in a C5 body S4 cut me off on a Beltway offramp and flew right by me. The S4 was modded and dipped in and out of traffic, slowing down to let me catch up then jetting off down Route29 in Maryland. I let the two guys have a good time dogging my W8, then John catches up to me in his RS6 Audi. I hit John on the Nextel and told him to jet out and bust that S4 who just passed me. I roll down my window to hear that world-famous swoosh and John flies by me and walks down the Black S4. Slows down and then dusts off the S4. The guys in the Audi are struggling to catch up and then break off when John shows them that he's driving a RS6.

Once we hit New Hampshire Avenue, John and I pull over at 7-11 and start laughing. I told him that those guys had the same look he did when I dusted him off in the Kleemann. :wink: Ahhh the trash 30 somethings talk over a Big Gulp at 1:00AM is amazing..

LOL!!!! I can't wait until Spring...

Peace and Blessings..

Will
 

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haha, nice kill. how the W8 doing after the plow incident? i saw a light blue W8 at chili's saturday night with votex b-kit and a trunk lid spoiler sitting on some 17s, first one i saw with any sort of modding done to it. those Dc Dub buggers ended up going on the ride last minute, so Vic and i missed it.
 

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to bad u didnt have the benz on you.... :eek:h:

if i was in that s4 i would love to be slayed by and e55 and an rs6' :weirdo:

its a story i would have told my grandkids 40 years from now

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rollininstyle2004 said:
Nice story :bow:
Man, if you think that one was nice. I remember back in 95 when I got cold busted by a 993Twin Turbo while I was in my modded 300ZX Twin.

When the car finally let me catch up, it was a lady in her late 60's who knew my mother from the Porsche Club of America. :cry: Needless to say, Mrs. Stohler and my mother still give me the BLUES about that run in on I-66.
 

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1Point8T said:
I too had a little race between a 80's Sentra today. I spanked him by at least 3 car lenghts from a roll in a 2.0 Golf. At the next light I starred him down and it felt good. :lol:

A kill in a RS6 vs. S4 would be even sweetier. :thumbup:
:lol: That sounds like that race between the Geo Metro and the Ford Festiva :lol:

Anyone know what I'm talking about? I couldn't find the thread in a search.
 

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The Swami said:
rollininstyle2004 said:
Nice story :bow:
Man, if you think that one was nice. I remember back in 95 when I got cold busted by a 993Twin Turbo while I was in my modded 300ZX Twin.

When the car finally let me catch up, it was a lady in her late 60's who knew my mother from the Porsche Club of America. :cry: Needless to say, Mrs. Stohler and my mother still give me the BLUES about that run in on I-66.
Sometimes I wonder about you and these stories. I look forward to the day when where all sitting around listening to these stories in person. :wink:
 

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Kiyoshi said:
:lol: That sounds like that race between the Geo Metro and the Ford Festiva :lol:

Anyone know what I'm talking about? I couldn't find the thread in a search.
Here you go: I would spank this Metro too. :wink:

I borrowed my wife`s Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power, Three cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims. It`s stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000 pounds of metro around with AUTHORITY. I`m always catching mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise... I was headed back from Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No Cinnamon, ma`am, I take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva - a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and schoolbus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure. The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver`s eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *damn* cool, hence...), the night was split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders... Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke pouring from my front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth... He was running a custom exhaust-probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust...maybe event cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction... Yet still I persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song, wound fully out.

Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving,

and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye. He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot circle. He nosed ahead as we passed 30 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner. I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva... The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my wife`s car eased past him on the outside, my P165/55R13`s screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck-and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!! I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets...
 

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Yo I love his stories...
I'll be out in lower Md/ dc area soon...
I'm going to hold you to that info about those amg mods...
 

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I got schooled by a debadged W8 with euro plates about a year back while crusin' I-5 (San Diego) in my 1991 911 Targa. I just loved it. (Embarassed at the time.)
 
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