Ok Ok, before you guys go off yelling at me for being a dickhead racing a 1985 Accord Ex with my XR6, listen to the rest of the story.
To set the record straight right at the start, NO
, I did not race with the Accord. This incident occured at lunchtime today.... *twinkle music please*
I was at the lights along Queens Rd just before the part where it goes underneath a flyover leading to Nepean Hwy. In the Accord were two young punks staring at me and revving the hell out of the shitbox. When the lights went green, the Accord launched off as if the driver's balls were on fire. What did I do? No way was I going to race with that shitbox, Hell No!
I took it easy and continued driving like a gentle giant, taking the XR up to the speed limit which was 60. By then, the Accord was almost 100metres ahead of me, still revving the shitbox to the max coz I can still see all the smoke and shite spat out from its rear end. The Accord sped down hill (underneath the flyover) and continued flogging the shitbox as the road joined with the start of Dandenong Road. Just 80 meteres ahead, hiding behind in a corner on the left side of the road was a good ol boy scout in blue with his laser zapping ray. In a flash, Mr "Boy Scout" stepped out onto the road and waved to the UFO (aka Accord Ex) signalling the "pilot" to pull in to the side of the road. BUSTED!!!
I think the fool was doing close to or perhaps over a 100kays coz there was no way on earth I was going to catch up with him even if I wanted to break the law (there might be a chance but no way in hell am I doing to give it a shot). The Accord pulled to the side of the road and Mr "Boy Scout" began his standard routine. I drove up slowly to the side of the Accord and smirked at the driver and a thumbs up to Mr "Boy Scout' for a job well done. I can't believe I'm saying this but I've never been more glad to see the boys in blue hiding at their usual spot (along Dandenong Road just before the junction of Chapel St, WATCH OUT FELLAS, they are always there!!!)
So whats the moral of the story? Simple:
1) Don't race on public roads. It ain't worth it!
2) Don't waste your time with riceboxes. They are tasteless to begin with.
3) Don't hate the coppers. They can contribute to the society some times by riding the streets of ricers and streetracer-wannabes.
End of story.