As a young kid I was always interested in fast cars. In high school all of my cars were hot rods. My fastest Mustang turned high 14's in the quarter mile and my fastest car was a Nova that was in the mid to high 13's. It was a bored out 396 with a big cam and carb, and a 411 rear end. It moved pretty well but it was like a tank with a rocket strapped to it - it could only do one thing go forward fast. My friends and I were fearless, bordering on careless, in fixing and racing cars. For the fews hours of the week that they actually ran, they were fun cars to drive. I had one that I had to park on a hill because the compression was so high that it kept stripping the starter wheel. My friend, shit man Dan, nick named me burner because of the famous amounts of tread I would leave on the hill to our high school. I will still never forget my junior prom when we decided to rebuild my engine for one of my Mustangs. It was 5 p.m. and I was finishing installing the rebuilt engine in my car with my Mom telling me that I had to shower. My poor girlfriend at the time - when we got out of the car for dinner I noticed that there was grease all over her prom dress.
Fast forward to modern day. I now drive a Ford GT500 Shelby Mustang - it is the fastest car I have ever owned. It is disguised as a regular Mustang with its black stripes on black paint. On my daily commute I get challenged once a week for a friendly race, so far my record is perfect. Today I beat a M3 BMW this morning, was not much of a race. At 540 hp and 510 torque, when the supercharger kicks in it is game over. Last week it was a new Chevy Camaro SS that was bright red with white stripes. He was surprised so much that he chased me down, rolled down his window and asked what I did to the car to make it so fast. He also commented on the sound of the engine. When the supercharger is called to duty it make a high pitched whine that is unique. It is also like being in an airplane when the wheels leave the ground, you can hear the change in the engines as they move to their highest RPM's. The races are usually over before I leave 3rd gear (somewhere just past 100 mph). A couple of weeks ago we were in Menlo Park and raced a Corvette Z06 which has a much bigger engine (7 liter versus 5.4), but less hp and torque. It could have just been the driver, but he was shocked. Oh well, I know how ridiculous and immature it is, but I must admit I am having fun.
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