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Warning!!! Model 3 will make you immature (again)
- Thread starter Gize
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Cool story, considering your state accounts for almost twice as many auto deaths:
Fatality Facts 2018: State by state
Zcd1
Active Member
You and Burrito boy should get a room...
Honestly, the only reason you two are posting in this thread is to troll. You can't seriously think that your lame attempts at shaming drivers will have any effect?!?
Go play in another sandbox.
First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
Why? I'm smart enough to track my car instead of being a Highway Hero and needlessly trusting strangers to know how to operate their own cars. Why risk other people's live to stroke my ego? More than half the people killed weren't even the drivers.
Report: Most street racing deaths don't involve the driver | Ball, Bonholtzer & Evans
Dragonetti
Member
First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
Hey Gize,
If you've GOT to get "the feeling" I suggest going to a local drag strip. You left out a few "what ifs" on your list such as, what if you totaled your new baby so soon after "giving birth," or w.i. you became the next 15-minute instant celebrity who killed himself or some pedestrian or cycler that results in the next investigation of whether Auto-Pilot was engaged when you rammed into that ––––(fill in) or w.i. . . well, you get the idea.
If you go to YouTube, you can find us creaming everything from hellcats to Lambos, so by now (mostly) everybody knows we can do it. If you've just got to get the rush, get to the strip where you'll at least be able get it out of your system, provided you've got the skills, in a more controlled environment. The last thing you want to be running into (no pun intended!) is some kid in a new muscle-car who's feeling invincible and . . . well you get that idea too!
You're going to find a LOT of drivers in every conceivable situation just have to "show the Tesla" how quick they are, if you haven't already. Let 'em do their thing. You'll be lucky if you get a ticket early in your life with the P. It'll COST you, maybe big time, depending on where you live & a few other things, but it'll be money well spent.
Enjoy the car.
As probably the only mom in this thread, I enjoyed the original post. Be safe out there.
Great thread. Love to read more of your writings. I've enjoyed my Super Sports days too. I really enjoy reading the posts on this thread from all the young members here too. You all really made my day and I hope to live as large as you all when I'm at that young age. There are a few that live by a very tight moral compass and although that's great and well respected, there are many that live life to their fullest. The difference is their guiding Angel works a double shift. Be safe out there and have fun...
I'm so sad to read some of these stories, as I've had 0/none other cars even try to race me in my M3P-. No Camaros, Mustangs, BMW, even exotics takers.
Any tricks to letting others know you're in? In my old Corvette I'd rev at the lights and usually the snarling exhaust or blow-off valve
would trigger a reaction. The M3 is so quite everyone thinks I'm out getting groceries.
Disclaimer: I don't condone or advocate street racing or any illegal unsanctioned events. Any stories of me racing are simply figments of my imagination.
Any tricks to letting others know you're in? In my old Corvette I'd rev at the lights and usually the snarling exhaust or blow-off valve
would trigger a reaction. The M3 is so quite everyone thinks I'm out getting groceries.Disclaimer: I don't condone or advocate street racing or any illegal unsanctioned events. Any stories of me racing are simply figments of my imagination.
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Those v6 models are pretty slow. My manager and I have lined up his LR RWD to my Accord 2.0 and it's surprisingly closer than you'd expect. I will have to see if we can get a video before my M3 shows up on Friday.
I'm so sad to read some of these stories, as I've had 0/none other cars even try to race me in my M3P-. No Camaros, Mustangs, BMW, even exotics takers.
Any tricks to letting others know you're in? In my old Corvette I'd rev at the lights and usually the snarling exhaust or blow-off valve
Disclaimer: I don't condone or advocate street racing or any illegal unsanctioned events. Any stories of me racing are simply figments of my imagination.
If you were down here in Texas you would find me a willing participant in my C7Z06
To be honest, I’ve never drag raced. Now I sometimes let’r loose and have to beat out some young thing in a noisy ride.(I’m gray haired) haha. I blame Elon.First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
Kilotango74
Active Member
Pipe down? Lol. You sound more like my great grandma now. “Dang wipper snappers and their rock and roll devil music”. I don’t care what kind of car own because whatever it is its a waste. Probably have chill mode permanently enabled.
You do care what care I own because you were the one that said "should have bought a Smart Car or Honda Civic". So the fact that I have a car that's faster than yours is now a waste because I'm smart enough to track it instead of ego stroking on public streets...which again is illegal.
You're wasting your time here, you'll be called a troll, etc. This is what forums are all about, bravado and beating other cars and if you dare mention how stupid and illegal it actually is, well that doesn't pertain to them because everyone thinks they're Earnhardt and it's a controlled environment somehow.
Knightshade
Well-Known Member
The current mustang doesn't offer a V6.
it does offer a 4-cylinder that goes 0-60 in 4.5 seconds though.
The camaro does still offer a V6, that takes 5 seconds to get to 60.
Amazing what's "pretty slow" anymore.
