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i posted about this car earlier today, but i was driving a 2000 porsche 911 carrara 4 millenium edition(only 500 made world wide, special iradescent paint, chrome wheels, navigation...all the good stuff). anyway, while i was driving it around with my girlfriend i see this kid who always tries to race me in my Z. he's got like a '93, purple, V6, firebird, oh yeah, and an exhaust too. well, i always blow him away in my car and today i'm driving the opposite way he is in the porsche and he revs his engine at me so i hear his "sweet" exhaust. i make a u-turn and he waits for me at a stop sign. we line up, he looks over at me, recognizes me and then looks over the car, yet he still doesn't look impressed, like he's driving a $90,000 car and i'm in the firebird. naturally, i blow him away. i was doing about 95 and he maybe got to 60 or so. but he still kept coming. he followed me and kept trying to race me for about 5 miles through all these twisty roads, with lots of stopping and what not(everything a porsche is made for and a pontiac is not). it got to the point where i couldn't even see him in my rear veiw mirror anymore. the best part was when i looked back i couldn't figure out why his hazards were flashing, but when i stopped and let him catch up i realized it was because some sort of cheesy alarm he had was going off and blinking the lights and honking the horn, WHILE HE WAS DRIVING. me and my girlfriend had enough and so we headed back towards my house, when i'm pulling into my driveway i see him come flying up behind me, i thought he was going to do a GM pass, but instead he locks up his brakes so that his tires are smoking and he stops at my house. i thought he wanted to talk about the cars, cause he knew who i was was and everything, but another kid gets out of the car too and starts screaming and yelling that i almost killed his brother. i was like what??? he was flipping out, like he wanted to fight. i said, first of all, i took you to deserted roads, second you were behind me doing 90. he's like, yeah, and how fats were you going? i said, obviously a lot faster than you since i lost you, but regardless, i'm a lot more under contol in a porsche than in your firebird and even still you were doing like 3 times the speed limit, so whats it matter how fast i was going? i slowly calmed this retard down, but i thought it was funny that he was trying to say i did something wrong while they raced me for 5 miles and i've seen the same kid weave in and out of rush hour traffic at about 70 like an idiot, something iwould never do, if i do race, it's on a deserted road, or late at night when no one is out at all. the kid driving was actually kind of nice, he was asking me about the Z, he thought that it was faster than the porsche, but i told him that unfortunatly some one forgot to install turbo's on my car so it's not all that fast(faster than his car though, hehehe), i said that the porsche is pretty fast, but it brakes and corners like no other car and thats why i ost him soooooo bad. sorry so long, but rarely do i get to tell race stories about me in a $90,000 porsche of which it was the 20th built out of 500 in the whole entire world. peace
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