Hey y'all this is not only my first post in Kill Stories, but this is my first post on bimmerforums! I've been lurking here a while and decided to share a fun little story from a few weeks ago. Hope y'all like it!
So I'm leaving my apartment one Tuesday morning, going about business as usual. On my morning commute, there's this one stupid red light that's two lanes at the light, and then immediately after the intersection it narrows to one lane, and neither is designated as a turn only lane (gotta love Houston roads). So to avoid confusion and having to slam on the brakes, when I'm one of the first two at the light I make it my mission to dart out in front of the other car, and I always succeed.
On this particular Tuesday, I'm the first one to the light, and I get in the left lane so people who wanna turn right are able to do so. This woman in a V6 Honda Accord pulls up to my right, and makes a point to be further forward than I am. I let it go, figuring she was turning right and just wanted to see around me, but no, she passed up multiple opportunities, and is still sitting there. It dawns on me that she expects to be in front of me when the light turns green, and I just can't let this happen. So I pull forward a bit more (I was a little behind the line, now my front tires are sitting on the far edge of the line). She responds by pulling forward more, determined to beat me.
"Well alright," I say to myself. "If she wants a race I'll give her one. Even if she doesn't, I'm still giving her one." I push my bone stock 540i's autotragic into Sport mode (poor thing doesn't even have the Steptronic
). I look to my left at the pedestrian crosswalk counter, so I'll know when the light is about to turn green. A couple seconds before it does, I hold the brake firmer and give it a little gas. When the light turns green, I dump the brake and I'm gone! There's a little chirp from the back tires as my car's almost-300-hp engine attempts to break the mediocre traction provided by my 225s pawing for grip. I roll into the throttle at first and once I have a little more speed I push the pedal to the floor. I'm out in front before the end of the intersection. VANOS seems to kick in at 3500 rpm, and my lead grows as the road becomes one lane. By this point I'm going over 40 mph so I'm thankful for my e39's high speed stability. When the Honda looks like a Hot Wheels car in my mirror, only then do I lift.
You might be thinking, "Congrats you beat a Honda Accord, whoopty-do", or "You idiot, this is why insurance rates for males under 25 are so high!" and you'd be right on both counts. But that doesn't matter. It also doesn't matter that she wasn't even trying to outrun me, or that she probably spent the rest of the day wondering what was wrong with that idiot in the BMW. Ask any ricer, any real ricer. It doesn't matter if the other guy's racing or not; a win's a win.
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