Chevy v. Civic
Jun 27, 2005 | 06:28 PM
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From: Somewhere between Auburn, AL and Columbus, GA
Chevy v. Civic
This happened a few months ago but now that we have a kill section i guess ill tell all..
A little background on my truck. It is a 1997 chevy ex. cab that has 2 rusted out flowmasters and a superchips tune. We also had a mini fridge in the back, 2 tires/wheel and some fertilizer in the bed. Not really sure what it runs now but it used to get around 16.3 @ 82 before the tune.
Cammin03 and I were making our way down 280 heading towards Auburn, Alabama. Minding our own business and cruising, we look over at each other at nearly the same time when the faint sound of a fart can comes wofting in the cab. We quickly look around to asses who is making this horrible sound, then, as we top the next hill, there it is, the infamous 97 civic. This is no ordinary civic mind you, this car is a legend around these parts. When I saw it, I really couldnt believe my eyes, I had thought it was a myth all of these years. As i got closer I knew that I had found the One! It was decorated in a gordeous sunfire red that was unmistakable, the way it gently and gracefully bounced over the bumps in the road because of its cut and chopped springs, and the death growl of the turbo tuner fartcan. But what really told me that this was the king, was the Nuclear Hazard decal where most typical civics would have the Honda 'H'. Thats right, for those of you who dont appreciate this symbol, it means that this civic is powered by the top secret Japanese Plutonium Hybrid(JPH).
Knowing that this would most likely be my only encounter with this monster, I pulled up beside him just to get a closer look. At this moment it hit me, If I wanted to know what this was really made of, now was my chance. Running about 70mph, I slowly pulled up to him and gave him the nod. He downshifted and nailed it, I did the same. To my surprise we were dead even, then by 90, Ole Green began inching ahead. Was this really happening, could I be taking down the One. I stayed in the gas like any normal person would do, and soon the speedo was buried past the 100 mark and the red dragon was at the back of my bed. I had done it, I beat him and was still able to deliver the fridge on time.
A little background on my truck. It is a 1997 chevy ex. cab that has 2 rusted out flowmasters and a superchips tune. We also had a mini fridge in the back, 2 tires/wheel and some fertilizer in the bed. Not really sure what it runs now but it used to get around 16.3 @ 82 before the tune.
Cammin03 and I were making our way down 280 heading towards Auburn, Alabama. Minding our own business and cruising, we look over at each other at nearly the same time when the faint sound of a fart can comes wofting in the cab. We quickly look around to asses who is making this horrible sound, then, as we top the next hill, there it is, the infamous 97 civic. This is no ordinary civic mind you, this car is a legend around these parts. When I saw it, I really couldnt believe my eyes, I had thought it was a myth all of these years. As i got closer I knew that I had found the One! It was decorated in a gordeous sunfire red that was unmistakable, the way it gently and gracefully bounced over the bumps in the road because of its cut and chopped springs, and the death growl of the turbo tuner fartcan. But what really told me that this was the king, was the Nuclear Hazard decal where most typical civics would have the Honda 'H'. Thats right, for those of you who dont appreciate this symbol, it means that this civic is powered by the top secret Japanese Plutonium Hybrid(JPH).
Knowing that this would most likely be my only encounter with this monster, I pulled up beside him just to get a closer look. At this moment it hit me, If I wanted to know what this was really made of, now was my chance. Running about 70mph, I slowly pulled up to him and gave him the nod. He downshifted and nailed it, I did the same. To my surprise we were dead even, then by 90, Ole Green began inching ahead. Was this really happening, could I be taking down the One. I stayed in the gas like any normal person would do, and soon the speedo was buried past the 100 mark and the red dragon was at the back of my bed. I had done it, I beat him and was still able to deliver the fridge on time.
Last edited by BeefTip; Jun 27, 2005 at 06:37 PM.
