Last night my uncle stopped by my place with his G35, i was razzin him the whole time he was over about how bad id whoop him (just to get him to race). Hes always beein into the euro feeling sports cars (his last car was a boxter). He said theres no way id win in that american boat of mine. 10 min later were rollin down the hwy lookin for a light to grab. We got one, and the other side turns yellow, and he tries to get a roll on me, im like...unha, no! lol, so he stops, our light turns green, i give it about 1/2 throttle for a half a sec so i can hold traction, then i floor it. Tires still spinnin im neck and neck with him for about 2 seconds, and as soon as he hits that 1-2 shift, i took off like a bolt. My tires grabbed, my butt slammed into the seat real good, and with him clutching to shift, i blast about 2 cars on him by the time we hit 50ish (i didnt leave first gear ).
KILL!
KILL!