raced 100 foot dirt sprints for the first time tonight. first match up was with this duramax and i was like man, my first time and ima be out first round :[
we line up and start boostin, light changes, hes no where to be seen!!
next one i race is a lifted dually 6.0 that sounded NASTY. we spool up and i get off the line but he gets me by 3/4 truck. so hes in the semifinals against the guy who ultimately ends up winnin, first time its too close to call. second time he gets beat and as hes gettin out the truck he says to his guys, man i kicked my bottle and it landed on its face and i didnt get to spray or something like that. made me feel a little better knowing i was only a short distance behind a guy with nitrous!
and the night before i went to the track for the first time with no original intentions of runnin. line up and the guy in the lane next to me has this duramax. real nice. as he pulls up he STARES me down(what a hardass) didnt end up goin against him but he ran a 17 somethin and i beat him, raced against a ricer and won! i got him off the start and he started catchin me but couldnt hold it. beat him by .03 but its still a win. wasnt too upset for as little mods as i got with 325K miles. 16.35 to 16.38. eat that rice!! BLAOW!!