Cheburator

Coming back from Oxford on the M40. Got passed at a reasonable speed by a 911 Carrera 3.2 Shifted into 4-th and dropped the hammer. Within minutes I was catching up with him. At 140mph I shifted into 5th and pulled level with him. Nailed the hammer again and began to accelerate away . Pretty soon I was runing out of speedo. To his credit, the 3.2 stayed with me up to about 160 indicated. 20 miles down the motorway we flicked the indicators and thumbs up and parted on our ways.

Cameron

Were you in the S2? My GT requires an upshift to 5th at about 125 MPH.

Cheburator

Yep, I was in my S2, which seems to be longer legged that the GT? Maybe the speedo overreads?

Flint

Even I don't understand this story:

I was going home one night on about a 4-lane wide one-way. I started in the second from the left lane when this M3 cabrio (e46, not e36, I checked) pulls up to my left. Now, his lane soon ends in a "left turn only" so he guns it and blows past, then changes over not one, but two lanes so he is on my right. Now, after a couple more lights, we reach the final stop before a short stretch that ends with his lane merging into mine. We both hit it, and he ends up denied. Now, I have seen a couple "fake" M3's around town (usually just loud exhaust and a sticker), but this had the whole kaboodle (quad exhausts, vents on the side). I can't believe he didn't have a concept of what was doing (blowing past me one minute, then forgetting I was there the next), but he was a real ******* about it too, flashing his brights at me after he ended up in back.

Ah well, 0wn3d an M3, at least I can say it.

928ntslow

I used to love these stories and looked for reasons to write them too. I think I have mellowed a bit since I haven't had any in the last year or so.. Here are a couple of fun stories I pulled from the SOCAL "Sharktales" archives......these were in the 82.

When I lived in the San Fernando Valley, I had to take the 118 to Moorpark to work everyday. At least twice a week I would see this Audi TT zipping a long ...must have been a new owner and thinking his car was finer and faster than most. I would generally cruise a good clip myself if traffic was forgiving. I never looked his way when passing, nor him mine if he was passing.

One paticular morning, traffic was light so I was able to push the car pretty well. Low and behold, here comes the TT off a ramp at Topanga Canyon. There is a grade that is kind of long going up over the pass into Simi Valley from Topanga. I like to take the outside lanes here because all the "intellegent" LA drivers tend to stick to the center and left lanes of the freeway while there cars are chugging up the grade. I have no trouble increasing speed up this grade and proceeded as I ususally do. Here comes the Audi off the ramp and files in some 50 yards to my rear. I didn't budge on the pedal and kept a steady speed accelerating up the grade at around 90mph.

The TT sticks with me about 20 yards back now. We get to the top of the grade and start working our way down into Simi. I am trying to behave by not freaking out the other motorists as we fly past. 90 mph was the magic number. Now the TT is creeping up on me as we roll down the hill. I am starting to anticipate the flats so I can "roast his corn" safely.

Alas, the straight 3 lane freeway rolls under the car. (StOMp*..buWAHHHHH) I see the TT turn into "that little" TT as it disolves in my rearview. I slow down and come up on some congestion up ahead. A minute or two later, Mr. TT is filling my rear view. No where to go, I stay right where I am. He peels off to the outside and nails it only to find more congestion by the offramps.

The cars in front of me vacate and it's clean again. I gradually increase my speed looking for the ever illusive TT. I couldn't find him because he was creeping up in my blind spot with his squirrels puffing hard. I let him just about get even with my nose cone and (StOMp*...buWAHHHH) for a quick squirt. I can tell he is hammering his pedal because his speed is increasing beyond the other motorists. I was having so much fun that I decided to let him catch up to make him think he was Ricky Racer in his rocket car. As soon as he seemed in reach, I would punch it again. I don't know what was louder, my exhaust or my laughing and snickering. I did this a couple of times until finally I hit it and never let off. He vaporized somewhere around Madera Road.

Now I can't really say this was any big feat, but the fun factor was definately a 10 that morning.

I saw him a couple of more times before I moved to Moorpark a month back, but his rambunctious race fever seems to have subsided as I would slip by at my usual 90+mph. He just stayed in his space with the other motorists.

Another one....

So Jennifer and I are mounting the 23 freeway north from Thousand Oaks Blvd last Saturday.

There is a stop light previous to the on ramp and some black rice looking thing (a GTS something or other...looked like a VW rabbit on 'roids) is behind me trying to get my attention by yanking on the squirrels' tails under the hood. I glance up and see some kid (I guess) bucking in his seat like he just slammed a couple of Cubano Espressos.

I didn't say anything to Jennifer, and casually left the light on up the ramp. We get up to the 23 and he is filling my rearview, so I figured I would just give a little squirt to the beast. We launched and settled into a slot in the show off lane about 20 yards up.

Ricky Ricer shows up riding my fumes again and looks like he has his game face on now. A slot opens up in the right lane and he snags it. Unfortunately, that lane was going nowhere rather quickly. We stayed calmly in our place for the rest of the freeway enjoying conversation and scenery up to New LA Ave right before the 118. Ricky has gotten in front of us at some point in between and realizes that I am not biting on his efforts to slow down and speed up, so he proceeds with a casual cruise.

Just passed New LA, there is a nice sweeping turn over the bridge onto the 118 east. Rickys lane is clean with high visibility. I can hear him squeezing the nuts of those squirrels as he gradually increases his speed. OK, time to cut wind. I slam, he slams and now I am the one riding his fumes. He couldn't shake me and I think it may have been agitating him by both Jennifer and I's, ear to ear grin as he kept checking his rearview.

Well, my exit is Collins which is a 1/4 mile or so after the bridge. I am already done with this toying and he thinks I am trying to get around him as I move to the exit lane while letting go of the throttle. The squirrels are now crying in pain as Ricky throws up some kind of hand signal that he just smoked a Porsches ***. That is all we can figure he was trying to do, since he was flicking his hand in the air as if he were trying to snap his fingers under local anesthesia.

I think Ricky thought we may have been scared and scurried off the freeway with our tail between our legs.

Oh well, maybe it's for the best. If I would have been alone, I may have skipped the exit chancing that Ricky may have a firearm under the seat as I antagonized him more. We'll never know.

It was fun though, knowing that my car is 20+ years old, weighs as much as 4 prize swines and stockroom fresh. Ricky's car on the other hand, had to be at least a few years new with wings, stickers, pipes and who knows what under the bonnet. A worthy investment for Ricky.

Th Dude

Great descriptions and good stories, Keith!

rob rossitto

whewww, thought this was about 928's that were wrecked, was afraid to look for a while - but I'm sure johnny law won't be deterred...

of course my real name is slim shady, and my last "moment" of mention before I decided to "repair" my car back to OEM specs was with an LA county sherriff...

apparently got his attention on the 14N one afternoon by going a bit faster than traffic(well, it was under 3 digits at least/but hardly noteworthy by rennlister standards)... by the time he caught up w/me the frwy had narrowed from 3 lanes down to 2 and traffic was at a crawl... I could only hope he didn't get a chance to properly pace me....

hope faded fast as he drove on the shoulder to catch up and pull in behind me... but after what seemed an eternity, still no pretty lights and more than enough time to run my plate in prep for a ticket - fear gave way to elation even though he was still glued to my bumper for the next 1/4 mi...

then I got cocky, er slim got cocky... finally came to my exit ramp - 15mph "recommended", 270 deg of banked, decreasing radius pcar fun as it winds up over the freeway straight onto the sierra hwy.. figured if he hadn't pulled me over already, I wasn't going to go down for the freeway stunt... so what the heck, may as well have some more fun - so I nailed it...

hit 60 into the turn from the pullout as he vanished from sight, and 105 across the bridge over the freeway(well practiced many times before, so slim had it down to a routine), 115 entering the sierra hwy and then quickly slowed to sub-warp speed for more traffic... was loping along w/traffic for nearly 1mi before he finally caught up again... finally stopped in front of a church - for jesus, HA!

never asked for my license, reg, ins - nada! he asked if I'd seen him behind me, and I just gave him a surprised look and said, "sure, but I thought the speed on the pretty yellow sign was recommended for RV's, so a bit faster was ok"... ha! the crap they have to endure, no wonder they shoot folks... he looked at me like I was an idiot, and asked me to turn it off, but by now I knew I was invincible - so I was fearless (thx jesus!)

then he started inspecting the tires intently (only 16/225 pilots at the time) so I popped the hood and asked him if he wanted to see more...

after a rather polite vehicle inspection he quipped "in 22 yrs of driving cruisers and chasing down some pretty exotic cars, I've never seen anything out pull me in a turn like that before"... he seemed interested as I gave him the 928 story - 50/50 balance, 32V V8, record holder,etc (bla bla bla as the uninspired refer to my shark rants)

finally asked me if I was in a hurry, so I told him dinner was getting cold and wife told me it'll be a take it or leave it deal, so I figured I'd better get going... he told me to be careful, and bwwwaaaaa!

had to use superhuman control to contain myself from laughing in his face while entertaining the notion a 5000lb detroit gunship could really be in the same class as a pcar or exotic, but wasn't going to insult him anymore - enough was enough... was also kinda proud that my little shark had been put on a pedestial, even if it was somewhat infamous company... guess chasing SUV's and cokeheads in exotics had warped his perception of "good handling"...

dinner was cold and wife didn't want to hear it - but for once I didn't care!

moral?: if jesus is giving you immunity - USE IT!! ha!

928ntslow

HA! I was wondering if someone was going to share a somewhat "Kill" story involved with the Highway Patrol. Not to take up more space here, but this was a recent story with the GTS involving the Highway Patrol...again, taken from the SOCAL archives......

I guess this one is worth sharing since the folks I already told it to had a good laugh.

Thursday night somewhere along the desert straights of I 10 in Arizona, we tested the waters of the AZ state troopers. We were on our way to Scottsdale for the Barret-Jackson Auto Auction and I was excersing the GTS's legs. We were actually making good time as we had passed Yucaipa (sp?) and throttled a little harder to Blythe. No issues in getting the car to 110 in short squirts. We managed to hover 110-115 for many a mile at points. The V1 was our trusty eyes in 360 degree format. Darkness was upon us as we skipped across the state line into Saguaro country. The AZ interstate reminded me of the wide open four laners of Pennsylvania with hardly a car or truck around. Straight and wide for miles on end through the desert.

Having been up to speed before, I know what to expect when you can see tail lights miles ahead. Mid triple digits accumulate pavement at a much higher rate than say...70 or even 80. This causes those far off vehicles to become obstacles in quicker fashion than one would expect. All it would take is an unknowing driver to drift into the fast lane without looking, wanting to pass the vehicle in front of them. No one ever expects a UFO to do a fly by in the middle of the desert after hours of driving.

About 60 miles outside of Phoenix, I uped the ante in a place where I could not see anything for miles except the moon, desert and a whole bunch of black. From 110, we moved up to 140+ in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Wouldn't you know it...tail lights. We slowed it down to 80 upon approching the small cluster of lights....felt like we could have gotten out and walked.

As we slowly slid up on this group of vehicles, we noticed one of an official representation . Not exactly certain of this, we tucked ourselves in a few vehicles back. It was a confirmation of the sighting as we saw the unit depart at the next exit. I had told Jennifer to keep an eye on him to see if he was going to pull the on/off manuever. She had said it looked like he crossed over the bridge to head westbound. Never the less, I wasn't going to chance it.

Keeping my eyes glued to the rearview, I saw headlights coming down the ramp a minute or so later...which was a mile or so back. We kept our "flow" speed with the rest. As we cruised, I would casually overtake a truck every now and then checking the rearview and watching the V1. All was quiet. I still wasn't going to blatently chance it, so as I moved in front of the trucks and out of radar range, I would punch her and blast to the next truck, never reaching 100. No lights, no radar detected, but I still wasn't satisfied. I was just waiting for that V1 to start screaming. I was actually trying to flush him out, but by being out of radar range when I blasted. I figured he would zap me when I was passing which I did within 10mph of the limit...75 btw. I still wasn't certain if it was him or I was just being paranoid

After about 20 minutes to a half hour of this, I noticed a set of headlights way back in the distance approaching at a decent speed. Not chancing, I stayed at 80. Eventually the vehicle came up next to us and can ya guess who it was??? He got up right next to me and paced me, I slowed to 75. He backed off and his car lit up the desert with every flashing light he had.

We pulled it over, dropped the windows and shut her down. What happened next was certainly not expected. The trooper approached the passenger side of the vehicle and what looked to be 15 year old, poked his head in with a huge grin and said HOW YA DOIN?? We were all smiles of course and returned the pleasantries. He had asked for the license, registration and proof of insurance. I was just down right happy to surrender them to him, but as I did, I had asked what the problem was. His response was (with a huge grin), I think you know.

Unfortunately, the insurance card that I had with me was expired and the new one was at home on my desk. I remembered this as he asked if I had a current card. After telling him no, he pleasantly requested that I exit the vehicle. Before I did though, he suggested that I grab a jacket as it was a little chilly out there. I said sure, just let me put my shoes back on first...DOH!

Got to the back of the car for our man to man talk. He opened the conversation by saying "I give breaks to those who are honest with me". He then told me that he was traveling at 90mph and was having a bit of a time trying to catch up to me. (Oh dear, what to do?) My response, with a smile, was over 90, under 100, so let's say 95. "Uh huh" he said, "that sounds about right." He then asked me if I know the AZ state law for traveling more than 10mph over the speed limit. Ignorant to this law, I said no. Over 85 and he can take me to jail. (hmmmm) Since were both on the up and up, he said he had paced me when he got up next to me and that I showed the respect of slowing it down to the limit. He also said that at no time was I out of control. But, he DID notice that I was coming up behind him at a quick pace. My response was to tell him how wonderful his highways were and that it was a struggle to resist stretching the legs of the 928. He agreed and said he understood. Now bare in mind, I could have shared the 140+ sprint, but I don't think that the conversation would have remained in the same tone as we were presently in. AND, I took his question of how fast were you going from the time he started to pace me. (whats behind us is in the past ...right?)

After our little chat, he said he had to write me up for non proof of insurance as required by he great state of AZ. He showed me he had written my speed at "75+", keeping within his integrity. Show the state that the insurance is current and we will all be happy. As he wrote me up, the questions started to arise...so how do you like the car? How much did you pay? Where are you going? Did you buy it at Barrett? Are you buying another one? Beautiful car, I love Porsches!....(what a guy huh?)

I signed my name and returned the clip board to him. His last statement was, "Now you didn't hear this from me, but there is another unit up around mile marker 71 in the median area....he won't be cutting any breaks tonight. (uhmmm,OK, THANKS!) Lastly, he said the reason I didn't detect him on the V1, was because he didn't have radar in his car.....DOH!!! LOL, I never stopped to think about him pacing me....freakin technology makes one take things for granted.

We entered into a firm manly hand shake and parted ways.

HA! Did that just happen???

IcemanG17

Everyone....Great stories!!!

Unfortunately my only "kill" stories came from the 1/4 mile track :>( Maybe I need to drive the 928 more? However I do take it as a compliment when some ricer or old school muscle car wants to race a 928....any car guy knows, that the big porsche is fast! Ask the 98 M3 or 02 Mustang Mach1 that I smoked two weeks ago at the track! 17 years old, nearly bone stock & still kicks butt!

heinrich

I've posted some of my experiences in the past but a few have pooh-poohed them, here's one:

https://rennlist.com/forums/showthre...ighlight=929rr

heinrich

and here https://rennlist.com/forums/showthre...ight=superbike

BC

Speaking of Pooh, H, Its on its way this weekend with the center console.

Back to your regularily scheduled kill stories.

Shane

Dude where is the video of us drag racing from the stop light?
Glad you posted this as I had missed it the first time around.

Be cool to repeat that one, only this time you can chase me, I'll even bring my helmet cam and turn it around to show you disappear after I nail it.

heinrich

Shane yeah, big talk right now Buddy, remember my white beast is going to have an engine at some point, and then you'll be sorry

heinrich

Brendan .... ... Shall I throw those items into the mailbox for you, you were wanting?