fry
Active Member
This is kind of a long story, so bare with me!
My boyfriend's family is strictly team chevy, so they constantly give me hell about owning a ford. Well, his stepdad has a '78 Camaro. It's strictly a drag car, it's not even street legal so they trailer it everywhere. It's an awesome car, and fast as hell. I talk a lot of shit though, so they always tell me to take it to the track. I was always convinced "I don't care what wants to race me, I'll run it even if I lose because its better to be a loser than a chicken". Tonight, we finally took it to the track.
I've never raced before, so I was freaking out when we got there. I went down the track be myself when we got there. I shifted super early and waited too late after the lights changed. Later my bf's stepdad took the camaro down by itself, I looked at my bf and was like NO. I don't think his front tires touched the track at all in the 1/8 mile. I went down the track one more time and shifted better but I still didn't do good. It was really hard to stay focused on the lights, track, shifting, whatever. I would have raced my bf's stepdad at the end just for the hell of it but the wind was really bad by then. I made it down the track twice without crashin and burnin, so it was a success even though my car is slow as hell. Someone took pictures of me racing but idk who so I guess no pictures, but here are sexy gas station pics for no reason.
Then theres my crappy timesss.
My boyfriend's family is strictly team chevy, so they constantly give me hell about owning a ford. Well, his stepdad has a '78 Camaro. It's strictly a drag car, it's not even street legal so they trailer it everywhere. It's an awesome car, and fast as hell. I talk a lot of shit though, so they always tell me to take it to the track. I was always convinced "I don't care what wants to race me, I'll run it even if I lose because its better to be a loser than a chicken". Tonight, we finally took it to the track.
I've never raced before, so I was freaking out when we got there. I went down the track be myself when we got there. I shifted super early and waited too late after the lights changed. Later my bf's stepdad took the camaro down by itself, I looked at my bf and was like NO. I don't think his front tires touched the track at all in the 1/8 mile. I went down the track one more time and shifted better but I still didn't do good. It was really hard to stay focused on the lights, track, shifting, whatever. I would have raced my bf's stepdad at the end just for the hell of it but the wind was really bad by then. I made it down the track twice without crashin and burnin, so it was a success even though my car is slow as hell. Someone took pictures of me racing but idk who so I guess no pictures, but here are sexy gas station pics for no reason.
Then theres my crappy timesss.