I was driving home this weekend from a friend's house, roughly 15 miles from my apartment, when in my left peripheral vision I see some yellow thing creeping into view. A whir, high pitched spool, and a "chuff" preceeded an SRT gliding into the lane next to me.
Now, to give a history lesson, roughly a year or so ago before the turbo upgrade, I raced a stock SRT and lost by a hair. I've been waiting for an opportunity to use the supporting modifications that I've been accumulating for two years to redeem myself against the Neon.
The passenger is staring at me like he wants to start a fight, though the driver smiles and gives me a thumbs up. I'm guessing Cock Envy in the passenger seat is living vicariously through his friend's twenty-thousand dollar piece of plastic. I hear the exhaust note of the SRT drop to a growl and a pop as I anticipate him dropping the hammer. "GROWL! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the SRT follows my ESP's indication and goes WOT. He starts to pull about a car by the time I've downshifted and applied WOT at about 3k in second. The shriek of my compressor drowns out the SRT's exhaust (and that's saying a lot
) as my boost gauge jumps to 1.3 kpa and my RPMs and Speedometer seem to be in sync—both moving equal distances, just as quickly. My hands, fighting the torque steer of my front wheels...desperately wanting to go in whatever direction they're pointing.
By 7k RPMs in second my bumper is ahead of his, by the middle of third I let off three cars ahead. *sheepish grin*
At the next light, in the typical "what have you done to that" conversation, I find out he's done the Stage One upgrade.
Now, to give a history lesson, roughly a year or so ago before the turbo upgrade, I raced a stock SRT and lost by a hair. I've been waiting for an opportunity to use the supporting modifications that I've been accumulating for two years to redeem myself against the Neon.
The passenger is staring at me like he wants to start a fight, though the driver smiles and gives me a thumbs up. I'm guessing Cock Envy in the passenger seat is living vicariously through his friend's twenty-thousand dollar piece of plastic. I hear the exhaust note of the SRT drop to a growl and a pop as I anticipate him dropping the hammer. "GROWL! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the SRT follows my ESP's indication and goes WOT. He starts to pull about a car by the time I've downshifted and applied WOT at about 3k in second. The shriek of my compressor drowns out the SRT's exhaust (and that's saying a lot
) as my boost gauge jumps to 1.3 kpa and my RPMs and Speedometer seem to be in sync—both moving equal distances, just as quickly. My hands, fighting the torque steer of my front wheels...desperately wanting to go in whatever direction they're pointing.By 7k RPMs in second my bumper is ahead of his, by the middle of third I let off three cars ahead. *sheepish grin*
At the next light, in the typical "what have you done to that" conversation, I find out he's done the Stage One upgrade.
