Let's play, yet, another game
It's called my neighbor's an old man that remembers the good ol' days when Mercan made cars ruled the world and he needs to GTFO. It's kind of like, "what did you do today."
I'll start.
So, the guy across the street has a cammed, carburetored, bored out 5.0 fox body Mustang. He works at night on the Air Force base. He's a pretty cool guy. Well, around 10:15 some nights, he'll come out and crank the car up. Let it idle, give it quite a few revs, and about 15 minutes later he'll leave for work. Sometimes he'll start earlier, and this is usually on week nights. The old man neighbor is no where to be seen.
During the first week or so after I first moved into this house, I was moving the VR4 into the backyard during the day on a weekend. It has 3" turbo back exhaust, so it's on the louder side for having a full exhaust. The car also has issues running while it's colder than operating temp, but with some throttle it's ok. I wasn't done outside after moving the car so remained outside long enough to notice the neighbor walk down the street (in front of my house) and walk down my 2nd driveway that goes to the side of the backyard. He didn't say anything to me, but I don't think he realized I was outside. My neighbor's an old man that remembers the good ol' days when Mercan made cars ruled the world and he needs to GTFO.
Skip forward a couple months (not present day) and I hadn't daily driven the LSx Mercedes in a few months and barely drove it at other times. I ended up cranking it up, letting it idle, and gave it a few revs. Nearly open exhaust manifolds. The old man neighbor is no where to be seen.
Now, present day (you know, Saturday). The MR2 is really close to being running. I go outside at 2pm to start working and didn't have it actually running until 10:30. Still had a couple issues, so it was in about 20 second segments with light revs, since it's pretty fucking loud (did I mention it was shooting fireballs and backfiring?) . Did this maybe 4 times. I finally hear the neighbor yelling for me to stop making all the noise. I pretended to not hear him, messed around a little more, and cranked it up again. Now it's maybe 10:45. What do you know. I hear foot steps and see a flash light. This old, wrinkled ass, moth ball smelling motherfucker is walking up my driveway. He makes it up to the privacy fence and tells me he's going to call the law if I don't shut it down because people are trying to sleep. I tell him I'm working on it and he rambles on a little bit more while my dogs start to bark because he's on the property.
Meanwhile, not 20' away inside the house, my old lady is sound asleep. I guess it wasn't too loud.
I can't help but to think if it had been a cammed V8, I'd still be out there giving some revs without a single issue from the neighbor. Personally, I think he's a piece of shit for holding onto that old way of thinking. I didn't really do anything. My neighbor's an old man that remembers the good ol' days when Mercan made cars ruled the world and he needs to GTFO.
Who else wants to play?
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Originally Posted by E36slide
