Originally posted by: exdeath
Originally posted by: alkemyst
Originally posted by: exdeath
And no, speaking from experience, if I had kids I wouldn't buy them a ub3r car just because I didn't have one in highschool. I'd help them find a good job or hone their skills so they could do it themselves.
What goes around comes around. Simple as that.
WHAT THE F is a good job in HS for most? I was lucky to work at a bank due to my father. Still I had a $40k car he bought.
No kid is going to be able to buy the car they want unless they turn to crime.
Originally posted by: exdeath
Not to gloat on people dying or anything, but fitting end to that story. He was probably being a dick and wasting people left and right with crappy cars and paniced when someone actually stepped up and could take him so he pushed the limit out of desperation to not get served, and he paid for it.
All the money in the world can't buy brains.
you have some pent up rage...perhaps this happened to you younger or now. Most that are driving those kinds of cars are only in serious street races...not that it's right, but there is a lot of serious performance on the road today.
I see this a lot, it's sad actually. Hell not even with my Cobra. Not even with me involved, just watching the way other people drive. But here is an example that I was involved with.
We were driving home from phoenix one day in the '06 Avalon with 4 of us and luggage in the car (bone stock 280 HP V6 3500 lbs, just a 4 door cruiser, nothing sporty, aggressive, or fancy).
When out of nowhere this black Lexus GS with tinted windows and gold trim blows by us, gets in our lane in front of us with a foot to spare and puts on his hazards (popular ricer thing to claim victory or some ******). So we are like wtf hell no. We eventually maneuver around him and it?s just us and him and my woman guns it after I assure her that we have the upper hand, knowing the specs of both cars. You hear him winding it out trying to pass us again but failing to do so.
We are in the left lane, he is in the right. There is a semi in his lane and it's clear we are pulling away from him and he can't muster up the acceleration to get by us at all let alone before he gets boxed in by the semi. So all of the sudden he does the unthinkable. The Lexus goes flying off the shoulder passing the semi on the right doing like 90. He catches up to us while we are busy giving him the 'OMG WTF idiot' look, then traffic becomes open and clear for the next mile at this point, and we just go WOT and leave his ass, him also WOT and falling back despite his best effort to keep up or pass us. Doing well over 100 mph now and quickly approaching upcoming traffic, we back off and figure he learned his lesson. Nope, he comes doing the ricer blow by again, this time desperately and aggressively hopping lanes a few cars in front of us for the next half hour to make sure we don't have a clear shot to waste him again (and we don?t really care at this point either). We don't bother, figuring this idiot is going to kill someone, and he already felt his car get wasted at wide open throttle. He knows his car ?sucks? and now he?s just throwing a fit, upset that his precious bling bling Lexus got spanked by a mere boring looking Toyota.
So what happen? Some punk in a brand new Lexus thought he was hard and was probably out picking on everyone and showing off. Upon meeting his match, rather than back off and concede defeat he starts pulling dangerous maneuvers, obviously exceeding the capabilities of his car and himself. This is exactly what I am talking about. Their ego gets to them and they loose all sense of mortality. Desperation kicks in; they throw a fit and get desperate to do anything to not have to concede defeat (as evidenced by passing on the unsmooth and questionable shoulder at 90+ instead of backing off or changing lanes behind us). There were sharp rocks and all kinds of litter all over the shoulder. He could have had a high speed blowout, and the only thing in his mind was that Avalon. He wouldn't have been prepared to handle a blowout, or anything for that matter. The street racer tunnel vision had kicked in.
And these aren't even high performance cars. Imagine that same punk in a Viper out hot rodding and showing off his new ride that daddy bought him. Imagine his surprise when he picks on the wrong person who can royally spank him. What desperate maneuvers is an inexperienced spoiled brat kid, who is used to getting his way all the time, going to do when he fears his self inflicted humiliation?
In my '03 Cobra, I can pretty much waste 99.9999% cars on the road in about 2 seconds. It's painstakingly obvious. I don?t street race, I typically blow someone away without effort, and only if they ask for it. For alot of people it's their introduction to the legendary '03 Cobra and the revelation that Cobra's are not the Mustangs they are used to hanging out with. My personal policy is that anyone still with me after blowing through first and second, has GOT to have something serious going on (the Cobra is easily an almost 9 second car and I break 55 in first gear). This means that I acknowledge that they have a respectable car and that rather than a quick stomping, continuing further would result in a prolonged drawn out high speed road race. This is where I back off while signaling my intent, and we meet down the road, discuss mods, and agree to save it for the track. Fortunately most people in this league of performance are older and more responsible due to the combined money, experience, and knowledge involved (I don't know any kids with built up Z06s)