I honestly still don't believe this one myself... and unfortunately I have no witness except the guy in the SL600 and he ain't talkin. Background Info - I was bred and born in the Motor City. Worked as a factory rat going through school. Studied mechanical engineering while working at the Dearborn test track. Learned that there is always someone faster on Gratiot, S.Telegraph and N.Woodward. Fastest cars I have ever seen were running on I-696 out of the parking lot at the Blue Latern. 50 years old and I am still so stupid that I street race on occassion (but honestly very rarely and only under safest possible circumstances). I keep a car in the Detroit area just for special events like the Woodward Dream Cruise. In August 2005 I went for a couple weeks to do the WDC. On the WDC Saturday traffic is so bad that it really is more of a snail pace museum than a parade or cruisefest. I take extra time to hit the old streets when the police are not geared up for the tire smokers. It is very late Saturday night, maybe 1am. Good cool humid evening, perfect dense air for a carburated ride. Most cars are off the road. Burned about 1/2 of my tank of Sunoco race gas. I am near Gratiot and I696 getting ready to hit the freeway for the ride back to my brother's in Royal Oak. Some guy and his girlfriend pull up next to me. Old grey haired dud (about my age), obviously better job than me, he is driving a new 2005 Mercedes SL600 V12 bi-turbo. More impressive is the blond next to him, maybe 27, positively D-cup, nice white smile, long red nails on the slender arm hanging out the window. They guy is working on impressing this girl with the only package he probably has, rips away from the light trying to bait me, not so hard to do. Next light he asks me if I "want to run". My response is that I can tell has he a pocket FULL of Uncle Bens. He confirms. Next light we go. He is not so good with the hole shot routine. I am out on him by atleast 10 feet, although his turbos go to work pretty fast, almost like a supercharger, surprised the *&%! out of me. He pulls in as I am getting out of the powerband, but when I hit second he gets in line to pay. He tells me he wants to do it again but this time "from a 20 roll". Is this guy from the 50's or what??? Okay we do the "20 roll", I got a solid roller set-up that pulls very hard from 3500-7000. We pull into a Sunoco so I can fill up with blue gas on his note(s). Bi-turbo paying bi-bucks. I thought I would be takin trash. He hops out and blurts that I have a nice car but he is not sleeping alone tonight! I retort by asking his girlfriend if she wants a ride home with the dud with $200 bucks and she asks me if I am on drugs or something. Says 200 won't get me a kiss on the cheek. Not sure I was the real winner that Saturday night. Makes 425 RWP, runs low 12's so consistantly that it could be a bracket car.
That guy spent 200 to talk to her on the 900 line before picking her up! You were just part of the nights entertainment. Like gambling. All she cares about is the money to dye the hair and do the nails. Nice kill! and I do like the car!
shold have told her oh i own this company but im not such a pussy that i have to flaunt it for tail by driving a benz
