
Originally Posted by
ct9a gsr
Amazing how there's always gotta be drama associated with you fucksticks.
Plain and simple: two nights ago comming home from the track, I stopped by Pleasant Hill to goto Dan's place... in the process, I went to the BP to say hi to ppl I know. While there, a group of little mexican/asian folks were running their mouths about how their orange civic hatch will race anything in the parking lot for money. I took a quick glance at the car and me 'n will came upto you folks to talk. I accepted to run the orange hatch for money and then had to talk to some kid who had to talk to his brother who had to talk to the driver who didn't even own the car... pretty much getting a run around...
Then finally, you all AGREE to run for money and ask for a couple of minutes. I agree and the driver takes the hatch and goes WOT down pleasant hill with it for whatever reason... then he circles around to the far end of the BP parking lot trying to hide from view and sits there parked and talks with his friend for 'bout 10 minutes... then we finally come BACK upto you folks and ask if we're still running 'cause I'm hungry and tired...
Haha, this is when you folks start talking about me running "a friend's car" instead of the orange hatch... for ANY amount of money... How typical, eh? I accept and said I'll bring out "a friend's car" too, for ANY amount of money. We bicker back 'n forth and the subject goes back to me vs the orange hatch. I asked you all if he's running and the driver started to walk towards us finally. The driver stated that he'd run ONLY if someone had a flathead screw-driver to fix a clamp. Will offered to BUY YOU ALL a flathead if you all ran the hatch vs me for money... soon afterwards, someone brought you all a flathead to fix the car with... guess what happens next?
The driver starts making ANOTHER EXCUSE sayng "well, its really not my car and it won't be fair running you so why don't you run "my friend's car""... so then I finally asked "so you're backing down, right?"... and all I get from you lil shits is "race my friend's car..." over and over... you all SPECIFICALLY STATED "my friend's car will race ANYONE for ANY amount of money in FIFTEEN MINUTES". AGAIN, I agreed 100% to the conditions and asked "15 minutes, you 100% sure?"
Seems like you all got SCARED AGAIN and started asking questions like "uhh, what car you bringing?"... I said a Supra... then some other little shit said "that's not fair, you can't expect a crx to beat a supra, bla bla"... at this point, I knew you guys were 100% all talk and no show. Talk mad shit and put up a front and when push comes to shove, you all back down. Typical little teenage shitsticks. I got tired, went to eat at Steak 'n Shake w/ Zeek, then went to Dan's place to sleep.
Now... last night, I get a call from my boy Jeremy 'bout how you kids are back out at BP again... 'cept this time with the HM shop car crx w/ slicks and race gas 'n bla bla. At first, I literally said "ok?" cause I really didn't care. I told you kids I live on Barrett Parkway. It's not common for me to come to Gwinnett and I sure as hell don't enjoy doing so. Seems like you kids were back at it running your mouths again. I told Jeremy to tell you all to come to Barrett Parkway and then I'll run. Of course you all say no... but yet you all expect me to come out there and race? I said fuck no too.
Then... I made you all an offer... pay for my gas 'n methanol and I'll come up there. Again, you all said no, however, Jeremy 'n his friends tried to get the money rounded up cause they wanted to see me run. I didn't wanna take their money, I wanted to take yours. You little shitheads so confident 'bout the CRX but wouldn't pay for my trip down there? I don't get it... the lastly, I extended the offere again, I'll bring "my friend's car" out there to run "your friends car" for money and of course that was a no too.
In the end, you people are 100% talk and not worth the time. Come out to Barrett and we'll have a friendly race between your shop car and my daily driver on video. If you all are still big 'n bad and flexing about how you'll run *ANYONE* for *ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY*... then let me know and I'll find you all a race. Otherwise, shut the fuck up... especially if you're one of the kids there that don't have a fucking car.
Oh, and next time we're out, I wanna meet you Mr. JdMeG6 and say hi.