Chevy Kill
A little humor for the L group. I posted an amen relpy to a doorgunner post the other day about giving someone a head start. My reply was to kill your enemy or they will come back and hurt you.
On my way home last Friday, a chevy z-71 looking to be about an early to mid-90's model, pulls out in front of me. Across his rear window, it read, Bad Attitude. I can tell from his body language that he is giving me the look over. He revs and jumps and with each pat of the accelerator a puff of blue smoke and some black smoke rolls out of the exhaust. As we pass slower traffic, the same tell tale smoke billows out and he looks back at me to see if I am there and the L is right on his 6. No escape bud, you are mine. He speeds up but no escape. I have several chances to pass but that would be too easy and I have other ideas for the bad attitude. Put this chevy out of his misery. So I follow and after a while we reach a flat stretch of road with little or no traffic. So I guess he thinks this is the place where I leave this little black truck in the wind. But no, I am still there and I just keep pushing. After about three miles at 90 plus, the blueish black smoke is joined by a big puff of white smoke with a fine misty spray. I knew it was over. He begin to slow and pull over and as I pass the smoke fills the cab, under the hood and most everywhere else it could escape from. I turn around and go back and when I pull up beside him, he says, "man you ran my truck to death!!" I know, I replied, but you can use my cell phone to call for a tow if you want to. He thanked me and called his brother to come pull him home. After a tour of the L, I leave him scratching his head waiting on his tow. Hope his brother drives a FORD.
On my way home last Friday, a chevy z-71 looking to be about an early to mid-90's model, pulls out in front of me. Across his rear window, it read, Bad Attitude. I can tell from his body language that he is giving me the look over. He revs and jumps and with each pat of the accelerator a puff of blue smoke and some black smoke rolls out of the exhaust. As we pass slower traffic, the same tell tale smoke billows out and he looks back at me to see if I am there and the L is right on his 6. No escape bud, you are mine. He speeds up but no escape. I have several chances to pass but that would be too easy and I have other ideas for the bad attitude. Put this chevy out of his misery. So I follow and after a while we reach a flat stretch of road with little or no traffic. So I guess he thinks this is the place where I leave this little black truck in the wind. But no, I am still there and I just keep pushing. After about three miles at 90 plus, the blueish black smoke is joined by a big puff of white smoke with a fine misty spray. I knew it was over. He begin to slow and pull over and as I pass the smoke fills the cab, under the hood and most everywhere else it could escape from. I turn around and go back and when I pull up beside him, he says, "man you ran my truck to death!!" I know, I replied, but you can use my cell phone to call for a tow if you want to. He thanked me and called his brother to come pull him home. After a tour of the L, I leave him scratching his head waiting on his tow. Hope his brother drives a FORD.
You should have posted " Chevy KILLED ".
I had a similar experiance with a late '80's
IROC once. When he hit second gear I heard a
LOUD bang from behind and as I looked in my
rear view mirror all I saw was a large
black cloud coming from under his car and him slowly coasting over to the side of the
road. So much for Chevy Thunder
I had a similar experiance with a late '80's
IROC once. When he hit second gear I heard a
LOUD bang from behind and as I looked in my
rear view mirror all I saw was a large
black cloud coming from under his car and him slowly coasting over to the side of the
road. So much for Chevy Thunder

I gotta' post a funny story about this young skinhead looking dude; you know the kind that have their left arm hanging out the window with knuckles dragging on the ground. He has a Gen 3 F-body and is tapping his throttle and jumping up-and-coasting-back parrallel with me. I'm letting him do this for a sec; and, as soon as I get even with him, I NAIL it. All I hear is a few misses from his motor as he tries to punch it and see him fading way back as I'm in FULL boost mode. Even further down the road, he winds his gear to about 5000 to let me hear it. It was funny.
LOL, great kill! Did the same thing to a Supra (non turbo, but on nitrous) a few months ago. He was smoking bad to start with, even got some oil mist on the L. I only gave it enough to hang with him, till the smoke started rolling out bad. Two days later the car was still on the side of the road.


