Today, i went to the junkyard, there was an 87 Turbo Coupe, so i got some embelums i needed, gradded the o-ring i needed for my tank, grab for brown-top injectors (36# if i remember correctly) and some other odds and ends
so im on my way home, and i get to a light, and im stting next to a black dakota, some redneck tires, a bit beat up
light goes green, i take off a little harder than normal, and he goes to take off, so i chuckle, floor it, and shoot by him, im still in it, next thing i know, this thing hunkers down and just LEAVES me...not even walks, but like, LS1 vs V6 style, just tore off!
pull back up to a light, im in the lane to go left, he's next to me, i look over and am like "wtf man?! whats that thing got", he goes on in a heavy accent "itsh a V6, erythang is schtock, buuh itsh po'ted out reel nish, an' itsh got a hundid-fitty shot"
i got wooped by a 91-92 dakota...on the bottle