Marc Lublin
Enthusiast
It seems like I never get a chance to put my car through it's paces. Every time I see something worth racing, it's always the wrong time. I don't know how many times I've seen a hot car on the road and could have a potential quick race and my 9 year old son is in the car. Also, my car is so loud that I get a little paranoid whenever I get on it, because the cops can hear me from so far away. This morning I finally got the chance. While driving to work I spot something bright yellow a few cars ahead. I decide to make my way up to him thinking there's no way we could ever race anyway, it's 8am and the roads are filling up with everyone else on their way to work. As luck would have it I pull up to the Lambo and the light turns red. We are on 25a which is 2 lanes either direction, 55mph zone with lights here and there. It couldn't be a more perfect spot. I look over but don't seen anything because of the glare on the window. I didn't want to rev my motor and act like the same kids that pull up to me in a piece of sh*t and try and race. We had wide open road in front of us, so I let him make the first move. I figured he would take the opportunity since although I didn't rev the car he knew I was there by the noise and my cam also shakes the car while standing still. Since he took off first he got about 1/2 a car length on me. I punched it in 1st but basically had zero traction. Hit second and played with the throttle. By this time I was already passed him and then hit third. 3rd is where I really feel the power and blood rush from my spine. What a feeling! I dusted him so bad that he would not even come up near me for the next 2 miles until we went our separate ways. I know he shouldn't have come close to me anyway as my car is far from stock, but it still felt great to ****** the Murcielago. So now I'm driving the rest of the way to work wondering when the blood will return to my legs when a guy in a new pickup flags me down. He says "it was great how you trashed that thing, now that's American Muscle!"
Needless to say, that was a great start to a beautiful summer day.
Needless to say, that was a great start to a beautiful summer day.
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I had a similar encounter, but from a 30mph rolling start and it was a tie at about 90 mph.
