Watch out for those Geo Metro's!!!

Discussion in 'Kill Stories (Where Hemis Never Win)' started by ricknmel67, Jul 13, 2009.

  1. ricknmel67

    ricknmel67 Well-Known Member

    Got this in an email and thought it was hillarious....

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    I borrowed my girls 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 E NGINE 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 even 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 *al
    most* 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!
     
  2. 1967GS340

    1967GS340 Well-Known Member

    Now that is a funny story!
     
  3. LARRY70GS

    LARRY70GS a.k.a. "THE WIZARD" Staff Member

    There was a Geo Metro I saw at the GSCA Nats, that had a turbo V6 in it. Think it ran 10's. Not sure.
     
  4. SS-TRUCK

    SS-TRUCK Stage 1 X

    That high speed , high G-force race must have been a real adrenaline rush.
     
  5. APVGS

    APVGS Ottawa Go Fast Guy!!

    Your a sick man..funny... but sick!! :TU: Later,Tony.
     
  6. 455nglide

    455nglide Working On A Dream

    ......as his .7 extra liter of engine stretched its legs. Too funny...
     
  7. NJBuickRacer

    NJBuickRacer I'd rather be racing...

    That car is actually in the single digits now:eek2:
     
  8. Old Pueblo

    Old Pueblo Well-Known Member

  9. faster

    faster Well-Known Member

    I don't know my brother in law has a geo metro and a company I worked for has a festiva and I wupped him. Took forever just like you described though. We were laughing so hard I could barely see where I was going.

    Great race LOL.

    Mikey
     
  10. brandotheamazin

    brandotheamazin Well-Known Member

    I actually had a race like that... I was driving a 2002 ford escort, and my buddy was in his 4 cyl 5 speed S10, with sand in the bed.... it was a funny race, we were neck and neck untill we had to pull into the parking lot for pizza... everyone laughed, because we would normall have some interesting cars race that leg after lab (auto classes) and we'd all get pizza.
     
  11. poison heart

    poison heart Well-Known Member

    That is AWESOME!!!!

    Slowest race I've ever witnessed was my brothers '02 Dodge Ram V6 vs a cholo ass dodge intrepid. My brother has a cut out on his V6 so it's loud as hell. This dude tried to race us at a light, After 20 seconds of racing we flew by him at about 45. hahaha
     
  12. 1967GS340

    1967GS340 Well-Known Member

    I have shown that story to a few people now and everyone busted up reading it.

    Classic and very well written! Should be published in Hemmings or Street Rodder!
     
  13. Poppaluv

    Poppaluv I CALL WINNERS!!!

    One of the happiest day of my life was a few years ago. My friend called me out to St. Rose to pull his Metro out of the bayou. He hit a 'gator and the impact made the car go almost 90 degrees right and into the drink! Small gator too. I was soooooooo glad not to have to sit in that thing ever again!:)
     
  14. closer

    closer Active Member

    haha i spilled my coke all over my keyboard
     
  15. gm4life

    gm4life if you let up you loose

    rgat is some funny sh$$ i looked at the u tube vid of the geo
    if you look on that page the turbo nitrous metro the guy put a duck call horn on the blow of valve THAT IS ALSO SOME FUNNY SH$$:spank:
     

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