I'm 15. I don't get to drive much, especially with my car not being tagged/insured/registered.
So when my dad started unscrewing the bolts that hold his license plate to his car, I was very interested to see what he was up to. I stayed in the house, spying on him, and my heart skipped a beat when he walked torwards my car.
I was like oh snap.
When he walked back in the house i tried to keep a straight face but he saw my hands already on my keys and grinned and was like "You ready to go?"
I dang near giggled like a school girl.
Sure my car isn't that fast, or even that great to look at. But the feeling I always get when driving her (her name is mckenzie... get it?... zie?z? hahahaclever) is as following; ecstacy,extreme joy, uncontrollable happiness, pride.
so whilst avoiding cops(i don't have turn signals i think it might be the flashers) we pulled onto a highway called Wonderwood(off a1a if you're familiar with jacksonville) and I immideatly spotted a civic, complete with ugly euro altezza/chrome style taillights, big wing, different colored bumpers, loud exhaust etc etc. I know my hondas/imports pretty well and could tell it wasn't an si. Probably a 95ish ex or dx. even if it was an si, i probably could have smoked him. Anyways, I quickly floored it to get up next to him, as he was about 30 yards ahead of me.. I threw it in neutral, and revved at him a bit. I heard him drop gears twice so I floored it. I walked on him the whole "race". hell, walking makes it sound like he kept up with me or something.. as soon as i dropped gears I JUMPED on him real nice. I pulled off on an exit and just went home, eager to post this topic.
Sorry if my rant is hard to translate, i'm still really excited from it.
And also sorry to all the anti street racing guys, I know this'll probably be looked down upon, but man it was fun.