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FYI, Alot of my fellow Z'ers have been asking questions about me, so I decided to come out of hiding and let everyone know the truth about Billy B. and my wherabouts So, there I was leaving work when I came up on this red light. (Just some FAQ about my wherabouts, I have recently taken a job in Japan, they asked me to take the roll of American Ambassador for Foreign relations). Anyway, I was leaving the Embassy when I came up on this red light. I was driving my good old 95 TT SGP stage 17+ which happens to have brand new blue valve stem caps, that say RAYS on them. As I slowly pull to a stop at the light, This Orange 350Z pulls up next to me. I take a look over my shoulder, the 350Z’s had always interested me. While I was looking to my left, I heard a rumble coming from my right as well, I glanced over to see another 350Z at my right side. I might have just took it for coincidence, but then I realized that these two 350Z’s were not your average run of the day 350s. To my left, I recognized the sound, you know, the sound of a spooling turbo, this was the single turbo 350Z that I had seen pics of on 350zforum. And to my right I noticed a supercharger sticking out of the hood of the black 350. I looked back forward and licked my lips and my fingertips. (cheeto stains) These Forced Induction 350’s wanted a piece of Billy B. And I was going to be more than willing to oblidge. I starred at the red light waiting to see the quick change. The red light began to fade into nothingness, as the electons proceeded to jump toward the nucleus of the green light. Protons, electrons, engulfed the capacitors which held their charge just long enough to illuminate the LED. Then I could hear the bulb energizing with milliamps. The green light lit the street and began what was to come. The race of a lifetime. Well maybe not my lifetime, but definitely their lifetimes. The light turned green and I jumped out of the hole with a .004 reaction time. I dropped the clutch and shifted peddles. I looked down at the speedometer and noticed by the time I hit 60 mph, the supercharged 350 was about 8 car length’s behind me, and the single turbo 350 was around 6 ½ car lengths behind me. I then slowed down and asked the two drivers if they wanted a second shot at racing the mythological Billy B. Both of them said yes, but they said they wanted to race in a place of their choosing. They asked me to follow them to this abandoned drag strip over on Second street. (which was kinda unusual because we were in japan). So I oblidged and followed them to second street where we pulled into this old strip. All 3 of our cars came to a stop at the starting line, when I look over my shoulder and see about 300 Japanese punks coming out from behind a flagpole. These punks were carrying chains, nifes, and baseball bats. That is when I realized that the hole race with the 350’s was just a front for these punks to try and kidnap me. I thought to myself, are they serious? They all started walking toward me snapping their chains and whips. I felt a sensation that I hadn’t felt in hours, you know the sensation, you get when you feel a pickle jar lid just beginning to loosen. I felt a smile cracking on my mouth. I hadn’t taken on 300 pissed Japanese guys in month’s. I punched in my special code on my AVC-R and brought up my vehicle defense system. First I deployed my special Steel RAM STYLE bumpers from under the facia. Then I egnited the flame thrower eshaust from my B&B 4 inch quad tips. And with a quick flip of a switch I engaged the rocket launcher headlights. I was ready for battle. I popped the clutch and dropped into second, and I was taking people out left and right. These people did not know who they were messing with. Such amateur’s. I glanced over and saw the supercharged 350 coming at me with machine gun headlights, I switched to bulletproof mode, and charged back at him with my rocket launchers. The supercharged 350 was no more. I then glanced over to my left and saw the turbocharged 350. We began pacing eachother, circleing the parking lot of the drag strip. The tention was building, and I was starving for another trophy to put on my mantel. I noticed the wheels of the 350 coming off of the ground, and folding in sideways, like the back to the future car. This 350 had hoover capabilites. Of course, knowing me, you know that I also keep up to date on all of my spy weapons, I turned the flight knob and propelled myself about 10 feet into the air and held a steady course. I then proceeded to fly over the top of the 350 and dumped my spair gas tank all over his car, then burned off, leaving my eshaust to finish him off. Flames ripped through the air, and right into his intake manafold, burning up his Pop Charger, thus causing him to crash back into the pavement. I looked around and dident see any more enemy’s, at least not any more conches enemys. After my spree had came to an end, I picked one of the punks up from the street, and asked him where I could go to get some good Japanese style ice cream. I really could not understand him, being that I don’t speak Japanese, so I drug him into the car and had him point which directions to go. We pulled up to this place called Yon Too Tee. We walked in and I proceeded to choose which ice cream looked the closest to Rocky Road, and he chose Yee Lyo…….looked like pink sherbert to me. (queer) This has been a excerpt of the Billy B. Chronicles. (10-23-02) P.S. I will probably have my site up and running in a few days, it will be a safe haven for all of my followers. A place where we can go with out a VTD. Freedom for the haters of the rice. Freedom. P.S.S. This message was NOT meant to offend Anyone. So, don’t be offended…..Anyone. And don’t go wasting bandwidth, with all of your VTD’s. Those clog up the forum you now.
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13:49:01 10/23/02
