what's salt in the wound is the beating took place from a girl, oh the epitome of disgrace,,, but more on that later.

This morning, 5:15 AM, four lane road, I'm sitting in the left lane, waiting for the light. A white nissan SE-R (like 160 hp from a 2.4 liter?) pulls up quickly. He sees the opposite lights go yellow and he jumps a bit, then brakes. I KNEW the game was on. These lanes feed into a single lane on the left that goes to the on ramp to I-5. Green light, he pops the clutch and is 3 or 4 feet out on me. But no way dude, not a chance, I'm lying in wait for you, you just don't know it yet. Halfway across the intersection and I have made another convert as the revs build and the V-10 is singing it's victory song. As I go by I wag my finger, as in 'not in MY house' ala Dikembe Mutumbo. I actually just hit third before the lane goes to the hwy. That's #1

Number 2, new Trailblazer ext length, dunno if it was the 6 or the V8, don't matter. He tried the jump in front of the slow moving van too, sorry. I got 10 cylinders, and I know how to use em. You may enter this lane behind me, that way you can see my Ford hitch cover, aint it cool ? Don't you wish you had a Ford too ? You do now.

#3, in front of Lowe's, 2 lanes go to 1, white Subaru Forester, chick pilot. Light goes green she jumps a little, I'm asleep, not many hot rod Forester drivers around so I wasn't expecting a challenge, but I recover and get on the honk pedal. But she had revs on me, and as she went by, I saw the 2.5 XT (read WRX STi turbo motor). My first thought was to stay with it, since she wasn't that far ahead and ram her as she tried to merge into my lane (I'm not a bad loser, why do you ask?). Then I remembered I was a God-fearing man, with a wife and kids at home, so I backed off, and hung my head in shame. I'm sorry guys, I let you down, I should have immediately swerved right when I saw her get on the gas and cut her off before she build up boost. Those little 2.5 boxer 4's with 250 hp move those little cars pretty quickly don't they ? Next time I'll know, next time, heh heh heh,,,,,,,

 

Ha! And aint it great when other drivers pull up next to you and look at that V10 badge on the front fender? The Dodge guys seem to have a problem with my truck, don't know what it is with those Hemi drivers. I don't have a problem with them. But then again I've got the V10 and they don't. It shuts 'em down every time.

 

I had a little fun with a dodge last weekend. I crossed a highway overpass where there was a red light, two lanes merging to the left after the intersection. I stop in the left lane, see the yellow flash (light change), check my mirrors and spy the dodge slinking up on my right. Just then the light changes and he hammers it, his image in my sideview mirror surging forward. Now he's got a 15-20 mph advantage as he pulls alongside, but its my turn to wield the hammer. Sturm und Drang, and then the tranny finally locks up in 3rd, rocketing me ahead and past him.
Of course he's all pissed off, as if he won the race once he edged ahead on his sly jump! So he rides my bumper down the hill while I laugh manically the whole time. Finally, he pulls into the passing lane for a left turn and flips me the bird (thank-you very much!).
It was a real pleasure to reward his bad behavior with the spanking he got, but I must say, those dodge's have some real power under the hood.

 

What she doesn't know is she's going to drop a halfshaft doing that

One thing I always remember when "racing" someone - if they get in front of you and are already moving faster than you, you have a LOT of time and distance to make up, and that's hardly possible in a drag unless you have a LOAD more power (or less weight) than the other vehicle.

And that's the thing - you let her build boost before you even hit the gas, or at least it sounds that way.

As to a "girl" beating you, don't feel so bad. Your testes are still bigger than her's... now if it was a GUY that beat you, then you come up a little short.

 

I have two of our tiny fleet of 8 V10 powered trucks that need to have special care (they been abused a LOT by the hired help). One of them is a very strong motor but keeps throwing pinion seals and I suspect the carrier bearing and drive shaft are screwed but the Ford service tech swears they are straight and that it is a common problem with some axle housings that are not bored straight...OK! What ever! Just fix the danged thing then,.... OH well I digress...

Every now and then a driver does not show and one of us "owners" has to make a delivery or pick up something.

This truck is already abused a lot (gee sure hope my other partners don't see this thread) OH yes ... there I was at 30 thousand feet.... wait that was another lie.......,er uh, I mean story

OK OK! Here is the thing, ya know. Up here round these part we gots a lot of young GIs and they are all home from the big war with more money then they know what to do with just as the Dodge Hemi gets real popular (cheap azz truck) so there are a LOT of them out there... (a lot of very fast café racing bikes too..... but yet another story)

So there I am with a 16 foot car hauler type trailer loaded with one pallet of sod and a bunch of peet (lots of bulk but very light) filling the back up to above the roof line.

You all getting the idea this is a dirty white Ford, beater looking, and very loaded down ugly work truck yet?

Any way at the last light heading up hill out of town on to the Hwy. I was the only truck sitting at the light.

In my BIG HONKING Trailer Towing mirror I see one of the new "YES!!! IT'S A HEMI!" pukes rolling along at 30-35ish making for the light and I figure he is not going to have to slow much before it turns green.

Me at a dead stop with this load it is going to be stupid to even try.... BUT I did say it was our flogged beater rattle trap "who cares any way" truck... (evil grin... BSEG, stirring in the loins and all that)

OH what the hell! So what if he beats me... no body would expect this load to do anything anyway, right?

I stood hard on the brake and set the front nose down with a hard shot of skinny pedal, eased up on the brake, and mashed a little harder on the gas until she was creeping like a jet pushing against the brakes! I never even looked to see where the V10 motor rpms were 'cuz I was watching the side lights for the yellow and trying to time my launch to be ahead of the Hemi that was closing fast...

There they are! The sudden yellow I needed..... and him just about at my rear bumper when I mashed her down and side stepped the brake and lit up both rear tires just as he got to them.....

LOTs of smoke, big wide eyes of startled Dodgem Boy... took him a heart beat or three to see that I was seriously challenging him...

Slow pal, real slow..... you better put some foot to her!

And he did, but I got it all rolling fast enought, and his hesitation was enought that now I had a fair fight on my V10s hands...

Up the hill side by side me giggling and all!

He all concerned that his empty Dodgem Hemi was going to be beat by a loaded down old work horse Ford

Well the truth is he beat me to the pinch down to one lane, just barely, and way up at 85mph to boot... I backed off to a reasonable 65 and finally got the trailer to stop swaying all over the damned road (probably cuz I was laughing so hard I was inducing the sway with the wheel)

What fun...yea I got beat...so what! He knows that a loaded down old beater Ford danged near smoked his azz and that he had to work HARD to get his MUCH lighter, and already rolling, punk truck to get out front.... What fun these V10s are!

BSEG!!!!

 

Yea, 2 equal vehicles with one having even a slight head start is a losing proposition to the one even slightly lagging, to be sure. And I did let her get a jump even though I jumped first, I figured she gave up, so I got out of it, but she was just spooling that teeny, tiny turbo. Had I stayed in it it may have been different, I dunno. I tell ya, when she shot paste me it was like I was tied to a rock, a BIG rock. I've driven the WRX STi, it's everything you'd think it would be, and less (weight). It is a definite rocket, it's little, it's tinny, it won't tow, it's rough riding, but 0-60 in 4.6 seconds is supercar territory. The Forester is heavier, and de-tuned, but it's still quite fast. But you're right, I probably could have won it, had I stayed with it. But my testes made me try and play catch up when I shouldn't have. Because as you know very well, street racing is illegal, and I would NEVER do such a thing. Heck I got kids who are impressionable (I guess I better cut out the smoky burnouts too). So I mean it, after one more, maybe I'll quit,,,

 

Oh, the pain I see
In item 3
The lipstick, the rouge
The 2.5 XT

Who knows how the wind blows
And angels sing on high?
Or what goes on when leaving Lowe’s
In a sleeping man’s blind eye

Come back! Come back!
I had no slack!
Or I’ll breathe no more
Oh, Fuji Cadillac!

Oh, the pain I see
In item 3
The last dance, kaput
The foreign SUV

I will not allow this to cloud my image of you Ken, but mourn I will…

 

Awesome Big Orn, and so touching, the foreign SUV, oh my,,,tsk, tsk, tsk, very well written, Ken

 

heh heh heh Thank ye, sir.

Ad hominems anyone?

 

I love the feeling ... smell of rubber, sound of exhaust howling, look of despair in their eyes, smile on my face and they see nothing but the nuts hanging from my bumper as I blow by

 

I have had a couple glasses of nice white wine and Big Orn's poem has touched a chord in me that makes me write this emotional tale of the thrill of the V10 scream. Ah yes, you and the truck become one, you feel yourself turning into something made of steel, you feel your truck turning into something made of flesh and you and your truck take the challenge, Ford is your God and the both of you will show the Devil Dodge the true Force. The V10 force. YES BROTHERS! the V10 will set you free...................Amen.

 

That reminds me of the times I rode with my buddy on the AZ Highway Patrol. We'd be parked in the median(you know the drill) and some speeder would go by at 85mph... He'd hammer the Crown Vic and away we'd go. It would take sometimes 10 miles or more to catch up. It's a blast floating down the highway at 100mph... yee haw!

 

I don't know why that little V10 badge causes so many challenges. About an hour ago I was just leaving work. An empty four lane road except for a set of cab lights appproaching from behind. I'm going 40 and the truck pulls along side and slows. The telltale 6.0 PSD emblem was on the door of the CC dually. The passenger points at my front fender and says something to the driver. I hear the turbo spool up and see his Mississipi rear plate. I push the tow/haul and floor it and I'm past him in half a block. The other truck's cab lights where they belong, in my rearveiw mirrors. Yes "the grin" manifests itself again! What else can I say

 

The challenges come because it is the only way you can take on the big, muscly bad-*** that you've always secretly wanted to stomp the snot out of, without being actually injured.

Think about it; V-10, WOW, that's MORE than a V8. And the Sierra club says V8's are big and wasteful. Ergo the V-10 is just more, more gas usage, more emissions, more power, more noise.

So a Dodge or chebbie guys pulls along side our badges and see's the bully in the 8th grade that used to wail on him all the time while his friends laughed and threw stuff at him. It's the ultimate chance for victory in their minds. It's winning the Indy 500, it's the Super Bowl, etc, etc. He'll get to date the Playmate of the month if he beats you, his kids will look up to him finally, his salisbury steak TV dinner will taste like filet mignon, his beer will all be Corona, his beer gut will move back to where his pecs used to be.

That's why.

 

Wow! And he might not even need Viagra. But, sad to say, in this case it was a couple of 20 somethings in a Ford. So I guess the pain of being picked on in school is still fresh in their memories