 Volkswagon Beetle vs. 90 Mustang 5.0
It's Saturday Evening, well, technically, it would be considered early Sunday Morning at about 1 AM. Here in Colorado Springs, Saturday Night is an UnOfficial Cruise Night. Every vehicle you could think comes out of the woodwork: TransAms, Corvettes, Hondas, Acuras, and of course: Mustangs. You name it, it's probably out here.
I had been driving around for a couple hours now with a bunch of fellow StangBangers and it was time to head back home. Academy Boulevard is the main stretch of highway chosen for these unofficial street races. Mostly three lanes with plenty of lights to keep you on your toes. Not only that, but it is the best and fastest way for me to get back on post.
I pull up to a stop light that has a great straight-away in front of it: I'd like to say a good 1/2 mile. I chose the middle lane to leave competition open on either side. On my right, a black Mustang GT and on my left, a black Volkswagon Beetle with no distinguishing stickers, marks, or large muffler out the back. The Mustang is being driven by an older woman, probably well into her 40s, so I know that she isn't interested in driving fast. I smirk at the Volkswagon, thinking that it wouldn't be a challenge, right?
Wrong!
The light turns green and I ease into first and apply about half-throttle. The Volkswagon punches it. I figure he wants to run and decide to slam the throttle. The only problem is, by this time, the front of my bumper is reaching to about his passenger side door. I think it would be easy to pull on him, right?
Wrong!
The Beetle gives me a damn good run for my money. I'm pushing everything I have into my engine, every ounce of fuel counts. I slam it into second, squeel my tires for a brief moment, and continue to try and pull on him. No luck. I shift into third with precision accuracy and begin to pass, crawling, slowly inching my way up the side of his vehicle. I push her into fourth with a quick wrist throw and slam down on the throttle hard. I'm pulling on the Volkswagon. Within a few seconds of being in fourth gear, I pass the Beetle entirely. He obviously shut down after I passed him because when I finally let off the accelerator, he's about two to three car lengths behind me.
For a second there, I thought that I was about to be beaten by a Volkswagon. But, as luck would have it, I took him down and celebrated my victory. :thumbsup
__________________ 1990 Black Mustang GT - Breanna
Died March 18, 2009 | 
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