At the track last night I'm behind this guy in a basically stock 197, he is behind a badass 68 camaro, we're in the right lane. in the left lane is a 197 GT500 that is supposed to be making 800 hp. I'm thinking "alright! going to get to see a good race. Well the camaro pulls up into the waster box and the GT500 just sits tight as to race the stock 197 with a few bolts and that is exactly what happened. Instead of racing some competition the guy in the GT 500 needed the "win" to feed that monster EGO. The funn y part about it is the "bolt on car" tree'd the shit out of the "500" and the "500" got sidways and didn't catch the "bolt on car" until maybe 50' from the finish line.
After I made my pass I went over and asked the guy in the "500" why he didn't race the camaro......I heard everything from him, except why he didn't race the camaro. After a few minutes of that I couldn't stop myself from saying "I think you were just scared of getting beat". OF course I said it with a smile, but everyone standing there caught the drift of the comment and laughed but not at the comment.
I hope my EGO never gets that big.
After I made my pass I went over and asked the guy in the "500" why he didn't race the camaro......I heard everything from him, except why he didn't race the camaro. After a few minutes of that I couldn't stop myself from saying "I think you were just scared of getting beat". OF course I said it with a smile, but everyone standing there caught the drift of the comment and laughed but not at the comment.
I hope my EGO never gets that big.
