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I pulled into the drive-through at my bank to get some money for gas. I was in the middle lane, the one with the container you send through the tube to the teller. I asked for a withdrawal slip, and started to fill it out when I got it. As I start filling out the slip, the teller, a young guy, says to me over the intercom:
Teller: "You race?"
I still have the marking grease on my car from the track.
Me: "Yeah. I went to Englishtown (drag strip) this past Saturday."
Teller: "Oh. Did you see any fast cars there?"
It's a drag strip. Of course there's fast cars there. I didn't want to seem like an ***, though.
Me: "Yeah, there was a Corvette event going on. I was just doing time trials."
Teller: "There was no 1/4 mile?"
It's amazing how stupid some people are.
Me: "Yeah, I was running on the 1/4 mile strip."
Teller: "Were there any other cars there?"
Sensing where his loyalties lied, I said: "Yeah, there were a bunch of other domestic cars there, and a few imports. A Lancer Evo, a couple Honda Civics."
Teller: "You raced the Evo? Did you lose?"
Me: "Yeah. It was quick."
Teller: "What do you run?"
Me: "15.269 at 90 MPH."
Teller: "That's not bad. Is that stock?"
Me: "No. Stock is around a 15.8 or so."
He paused for a moment, then pinpointed exactly what manufacturer he stood behind.
Teller: "You ever race any Hondas?"
Me: "Yeah, I raced a Civic at the strip once (in my previous '98 Camaro)."
Teller: "Did you lose?" (Jeez, he's negative.)
Me: "No. I beat him by over a second." (15.5xx to the riced-out Civic's 16.7xx)
Teller: "You beat him by 5 seconds?"
At this point, I was starting to worry about the math skills of the teller, and what he might do to my money.
Me: "No, I beat him by just over a second."
Teller: "Oh, a second? That's not bad, then."
Me: "Actually, a second is forever in racing. It's about 10 car lengths." IIRC, .1 second = 1 car length, give or take a few feet.
Teller: "Oh."
Another pause, and then he finally said what I was waiting for.
Teller: "My friend has a Integra that does the 1/4 in 10 seconds flat."
Me: "Oh yeah? What's he got done to it?"
Teller: "Ummm...he changed out his engine, and put a turbo on it. It's got like 400 HP."
I could barely contain my laughter. I received my money, and left in a better mood than when I had arrived. Finally, a ricer has done something good for a change. :D
Teller: "You race?"
I still have the marking grease on my car from the track.
Me: "Yeah. I went to Englishtown (drag strip) this past Saturday."
Teller: "Oh. Did you see any fast cars there?"
It's a drag strip. Of course there's fast cars there. I didn't want to seem like an ***, though.
Me: "Yeah, there was a Corvette event going on. I was just doing time trials."
Teller: "There was no 1/4 mile?"
It's amazing how stupid some people are.
Me: "Yeah, I was running on the 1/4 mile strip."
Teller: "Were there any other cars there?"
Sensing where his loyalties lied, I said: "Yeah, there were a bunch of other domestic cars there, and a few imports. A Lancer Evo, a couple Honda Civics."
Teller: "You raced the Evo? Did you lose?"
Me: "Yeah. It was quick."
Teller: "What do you run?"
Me: "15.269 at 90 MPH."
Teller: "That's not bad. Is that stock?"
Me: "No. Stock is around a 15.8 or so."
He paused for a moment, then pinpointed exactly what manufacturer he stood behind.
Teller: "You ever race any Hondas?"
Me: "Yeah, I raced a Civic at the strip once (in my previous '98 Camaro)."
Teller: "Did you lose?" (Jeez, he's negative.)
Me: "No. I beat him by over a second." (15.5xx to the riced-out Civic's 16.7xx)
Teller: "You beat him by 5 seconds?"
At this point, I was starting to worry about the math skills of the teller, and what he might do to my money.
Me: "No, I beat him by just over a second."
Teller: "Oh, a second? That's not bad, then."
Me: "Actually, a second is forever in racing. It's about 10 car lengths." IIRC, .1 second = 1 car length, give or take a few feet.
Teller: "Oh."
Another pause, and then he finally said what I was waiting for.
Teller: "My friend has a Integra that does the 1/4 in 10 seconds flat."
Me: "Oh yeah? What's he got done to it?"
Teller: "Ummm...he changed out his engine, and put a turbo on it. It's got like 400 HP."
I could barely contain my laughter. I received my money, and left in a better mood than when I had arrived. Finally, a ricer has done something good for a change. :D
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