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A guy pulled up beside me and signaled as if he wanted to race. I was in my Envoy and the roads were wet so I didnt think he was being serious. Then out of nowhere the guy starts to honk it off. I dont know if its a reflex or what but the second he hit it a 3rd time I put the pedal to the floor. The Envoy switched over to WOT and went from 55mph - 70mph in like 15 seconds. The flat out speed of the truck blew my mind away. I was like "whoa! I can feel the G forces!!!!" The station wagon and I were neck in neck then I shut it down at 73.5mph. He continued on to 75mph and made me look real bad :mad:! He got lucky that I had my seat warmers and my radio on. Plus the rust holes in the wagon gave him an aerodynamic advantage. If it happens again I will be sure to turn off the radio and seat warmers to give me that extra horse I need to get the victory!
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A guy pulled up beside me and signaled as if he wanted to race. I was in my Envoy and the roads were wet so I didnt think he was being serious. Then out of nowhere the guy starts to honk it off. I dont know if its a reflex or what but the second he hit it a 3rd time I put the pedal to the floor. The Envoy switched over to WOT and went from 55mph - 70mph in like 15 seconds. The flat out speed of the truck blew my mind away. I was like "whoa! I can feel the G forces!!!!" The station wagon and I were neck in neck then I shut it down at 73.5mph. He continued on to 75mph and made me look real bad :mad:! He got lucky that I had my seat warmers and my radio on. Plus the rust holes in the wagon gave him an aerodynamic advantage. If it happens again I will be sure to turn off the radio and seat warmers to give me that extra horse I need to get the victory!

 

They're not rust holes, they're speed holes, ass! :mad:

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Better luck next time! LOL. I get people on occasions that want to race when I'm in the G/F's 98 Dakota. That truck is a monster it does 0-60 in just over 2 .............................................................hours.

Oh, and to make sure it doesn't happen again go ahead and get the "Super Street" stickers from AutoZone even if you have them under the hood it will help. With those and the radio off next time you'll put at least a fender on that rust rocket.

I also find it funny that you shut her down at exactly 73.5mph!

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Here is something I have been thinking about. What if you take the cold air from your A/C and run it into your engine? Extra cold air for maybe 9.9999999rwhp? AMIRITE?!

 

This idea is 25% better than the Direct Exhaust Injection idea.

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yeah, i had something like that happen to me once...

 

 

 

I borrowed my wife's Geo Metro last night. One liter of raw power, 3 cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims. It's stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000 pounds of metro around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise...

 

I was headed back from Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No Cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva -- a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and schoolbus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure.

 

The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *damn* cool, hence...), the night was split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders...

 

Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke pouring from my front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth... He was running a custom exhaust -- probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust...maybe event cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction...

 

Yet still I persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song, wound fully out. Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye.

 

He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot circle. He nosed ahead as we passed 30 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner.

 

I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva ...

 

The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my wife's car eased past him on the outside, my P165/54R13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck-and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!! I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets.... Perhaps a Yugo, or maybe even a Volkswagon Van!

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DJ is the man! Thats my brutha from anutha mutha right there lol!! I bet when you went over the crosswalk it felt like you were flying!

 

Thanks you for the help everyone. I decided to go with 5 shot of nitrous and put a cage in the car (cant be too safe when you spray). I also got 8 sparco race seats and put on a hood scoop with 3m tape. The idea about routing your ac is perfect. I took a garden hose, a funnel, connected it to the vent, and routed it into the intake. The best part is that since I have climate control I can make the cold intake side cold and keep my side at the perfect temperature. I also want to thank DJ for sharing his story. After reading it I have decided to get 13" wheels. Now all I have to do is go to Nasa and get trained on how to propelry handle .003 of unadulterated G force without losing my lunch.

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As long as you keep it under 88 mph, you SHOULD be safe... If not you are going to see some serious s#!t... In 2008 plutonium (sp) can be found on every street corner... But in 1955 it's a little hard to come by... And lightning will not hit twice in the same clock tower...
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As long as you keep it under 88 mph, you SHOULD be safe... If not you are going to see some serious s#!t... In 2008 plutonium (sp) can be found on every street corner... But in 1955 it's a little hard to come by... And lightning will not hit twice in the same clock tower...

 

Trust me, that is a mistake I will not make again!

http://www.columbusracing.com/forums/showthread.php?p=623700#post623700

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Please enlighten me on this.

 

The air from the A/C would have more oxygen in it than the exhaust. It would be cooler as well, and would actually continue to run. The DEI setup would eventually starve itself of oxygen and fail.

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