Thread: Drag Strip Callouts!!

I have a DE with a T-28................ I swear

I would like to run some VE's with my t-25. I'll be running on Street tires though.

Hmmmmm this is fun. I would love to make this one just to see if anyone backs anything up. Its ok I know that Juns turbo motor was bought from SR20turbofreak. That motor made alot of power when he had it.

Hmm and he says he builds his cars..... Strange.

I will race anyone @ the convention......... on foot and a cig and Capt. break every 100'. I don't care about bumps in the track or anything else..... I'm a pro.. Now, everyone in the race has to carry a cooler of there fav drink and we exchange everytime we stop.....

Oh, and by the way my cars are the fastest cars you have ever seen....... sitting in a garage with hopes and dreams.

SURE YOU DO...

As long as I am going to the convention.....


Yes. Jun is c*cky, egotistical, and self-important. No question whatsoever. And a major smack talker. Like a whole bunch of folks.

Remember, Kid Rock will tell you "C*cky? And I say what? It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you can back it up."

The question is....can he back it up or is it all sh*t talking? Only the track will answer that question.


Hell, alot of the guys on this forum are indeed trail-blazers. Just because someone is a mechanical Davy Motherf*cking Crockett, or a settler that follows his path, makes no difference whatsoever.

Gawd-damned bunch of egotistical "I was first" bastards beating their own drums with their web-c*cks. Maybe we should dismantle and remove the stickies, Technical Library, and any build write-ups? Then we can all be Daniel F*cking Boone and re-engineer every single gawd-damned fix, every time something breaks on one of our vehicle. No one would be...heaven forbid....following anyone else. Or learning anything from each other, or someone elses mistakes. We can all just "try something new" every gawd-damn time something needs to be upgraded or fixed.


Oh, I beleive it "can be done." And being a puppy, I want YOU to do it first Mr. Big Dawg. Then I will copy your sh*t. No problems with that on my end.

I can not hold a mechanical candle to your skills, chops, and talents with a vehicle.


DE with bolt-ons? Ding, ding, ding.

You'd still have to give me a couple car lead. I am positive that my driving sucks big-time. I've never, ever, done any 1/4 mile, or street racing in my life. Ever. Therefore, I should get a handicap for ignorance and zero experience.


I've got bolt-ons and no skills whatsoever. I *might* have a chance here.


Once again, a possibility for a nice, leisurely 15 + second 1/4 mile race.

I'll be the King Of The Slow Cars. It has a nice ring to it.


We're on. However, you have to tie your shoelaces together between your two shoes, with very little slack.

That should even it up for an old man, with no experience, no skills, and a quiet interior, with a stereo, sound deadening, and the AC blowing on four. I'll race, but I ain't sweating while doing it. How barbaric, uncivilized, and uncouth.


Did you say "strip club"? Now that is something with which I have serious motherf*cking expertise.

In fact, I can out-strip-club any of you youngsters. I can out-schmooz the ladies, get more blow-jobs, spend more money, create more fun, cause more trouble, smoke more weed inside or outside the club, beat the sh*t out of more trouble-makers (forum members or not) and then get out of Dodge before the cops arrive. Someone will have to be outside and free to bail out you inexperienced kids that got arrested.


I'm not a racer, nor a mechanic. So, I'll just keep to boxing.


I'm down. But I have a bum right knee. Three surgeries on that body-part alone.

How about we rustle up some Little Red Flyer wagons or some wheel-chairs, so we can have a serious tire-smoking race? Downhill of course, with plenty of Fred Flintstone style power.


I *think* I could beat Straightpipes Kenworth with my Classic. Maybe....


Homo sexual music? Now, we can't have that. Damn fruits and their "gotta be high as hell to enjoy it" non-stop, hypnotic, disco-beats.

I can feel the love between Florida and New York. It's makin' the hair on my arms stand up, makin' me a little misty. It's a beautiful thing.


Now that is a damn fine race.

I'm in. And MY cigarette is gonna make your head spin, face grin, eyes bloodshot red, and your body float away. You'll be racing to the nearest 7-11 for a Big Gulp, a bag of Doritos, two candy bars, and a pint of ice-cream. ......

And if you end up like Mr. Towely, do not, repeat DO NOT eat one of the chocolate chip cookies that I am bringing. That will exaccerbate your rapidly declining mental state to a magic-cookie-coma. I've been baking with my very special and expensive green butter.

Err Shawn I dont know about you. But my Goal is to spend the least amount of money, while causing the least amount of trouble, and not getting into any fights, while getting the most amounts of pussy and the most amounts of head from the strippers and smoking the most ammounts of marijuana that can be found. Im grown Shawn. Ill leave my fighting at work (prision) where a ma****er will run up on you with a shank!

Back to the track though... Ill run anybody....

Hahaha, I know me and Shawn will get along when and if we get together. You'll know we been hanging out when you can blind fold us with dental floss.

Haha, Shawn it should run mid 14s.