is that why he was driving so fast? late on a delivery/

 

Gives new meaning to the term "skunk weed"

 

I second the calling the cops- scare the living hell out of him, just might do it. Also I know the track worked for my husband- he doesnt street race anymore. Now he thinks the track and local autox's are what he was born to do- lol.

Another option is let the kid put the Ebay coilovers on his ****, and then just wait til they break on him or worse- some of his other mods cause him to wreck or blow his **** up. That might teach him too. Beating new cars- possibly- I can beat corvettes- when I am the only one racing.

 

Let me know when and where he races, I'll call the cops on his a$$!!

Don't wait, becase Murphy's law says he'll need to kill someone to learn a lesson. Atleast let the parents know. Any half decent adult would put a woopin' on him.

 

I was & still feel as if I'm invincible!

 

LOL you would!


I don't think the parents are going to wise up unless they have to bail junior out of jail after he gets caught doing something REALLY BAD...you know...like street racing... or killing someone, whatever it takes.

 

I just bought a new can of invinc-o-spray, so im good to go for a few months....

sorr.y....bored..O.o

 

let em race. let em die or kill someone else. Let them *live* with that memory.

 

or....just take out their spark plugs..or take their keys...that always works.....spray some...was it C02 that kills horse power?...spray some of that in his intake so he cant go fast...=P

 

i need some of that spray for my clutch when it gets cold around here...as for the kid, i'm not sure whats going on. i talked to my roommate, she seems to not respond when i bring it up. i guess its her way of dropping the subject

 

If your car can beat his, take it to a strip and beat his ***.
If not, I'm falling back to Rod's 2 suggestions

 

I want to agree, and tell you to do all you can to stop the kid, but then I would be a hypocrite. I still street race, well at least if my car is working. I recieved a "Negligent Driving" ticket last summer because I was taking turns too fast for the cop's liking. It was at night, no one else was on the road, and I didn't notice the Crown Vic a half mile behind me. I got off the ticket because I have a good driving record with only a 9 mph-over ticket on it, but it's slowed me down on the highway: I barely go 6-9 mph over the limit, which is slow for the DC area. On the other hand, I'll still drop it into 3rd gear on a twisty back road, or have a mini-race from a rolling start on the highway with a little civic like your roommate's bro's.

Does that make me a bad person?

So I am still slightly immature, but that I am also a driving enthusiast, who here isn't a little bit of both?

Who here hasn't felt the rush when some other kid flashed his lights at you coming up to a deserted stoplight? Your palms sweat, your heart races, and you stare at that red light, feeling that it's taunting you, waiting until that unexected moment when you're blinking to turn green, costing you that precious moment of advantage. Your left foot is holding the clutch to the floor and starts to shake from a combination of strain and adrenalin; your right bliping the throttle, keeping the RPMs at that crucial launch range, waiting. Who here hasn't felt their heart skip a beat when that light goes green and you mold with machine: Throttle to the floor, clutch feathered to keep the wheels locked with the pavement; right hand on the stick, left countering the torque steer? 6,525 RPM: Shift - 2nd gear. You're pressed into the back of the seat, the engine is straining to pull your car as fast as it will go, the noise growing at an ever increasing pace. All eyes are straight ahead, concentrated on the road: Looking for unexpected obsticles, looking for cops. Out of your peripheral vision, you see the tach reaching redline again, the speedometer almost reaching the magical 60 mph, you strain to locate your opponent, see if his (or her) shifts are as crisp and fast as yours. The release doesn't come until there is a clear winner, weather it be 1/8th, 1/4, or even a whole mile later, and then you lift and the excitement of the last 15-30 seconds comes at you in one rush.

Sure you get a rush when you take it to the drag strip, its the same race as I just described. But the alure of the street scene comes from everything that makes it dangerous and "wrong": The unknown variables, the contours in the pavement, manhole covers, the danger of getting caught.

Personally, I don't race from stoplight to stoplight if there are innocents on that strip. 1) You have no idea where they are going or how they'll react to your sudden presence & 2) Witnesses are never good when trying to keep it on the D/L.

As for the danger, I think it's fairly equal whether you take it on the street or if its on the drag strip. A sudden blowout can still send you out of control. A "Jersey Barrier" hurts the same whether you hit it going 100 mph on the street or 100 mph on the track.

I know I am going to get flames shot up my 2.5" exhaust for this post, but my opinion. If it makes any difference, I analyze the dangers before hand and don't race (or back off) if there are too many or unnecessary risks. My advise to you is to help educate him on the risks, what to look out for and other alternatives. Telling him NO is going to make him want to do it more.

As for his car, help enducate him on how to effectively tune it. Tell him the realities of how the car works, and what will make it really go faster. Nurture his enthusiasm for cars. Don't make fun of him becasue he didn't know how to tell if a car was turbo'd or not. It's ignorance, not in the bad way, but just in the fact that he just plain didn't know.

Sorry if it's not what any of you wanted to hear, but there's a lot of truth in what I say. Put yourself in the kid's shoes and remember back to when you first started your love affair with the automobile.

 

i was a total jackass when I started driving. My junior year of highschool (proom week) they brought in the wrecked car of the kid who was drunk driving from another schools prom early that year. They parked it in the middle of our student parking lot. We had to park around it. This was a small private school so only 10-12 cars in the lot.

Walking by it the first day I could still bits of scalp and hair hanging from the steeringwheel and blood everywhere. Scared the crap out of me for weeks. I got into college, started drinking got stupid again. I received 4 tickets in one night from street racing an undercover cop in a DARE camaro. Almost lost my license. I had the car impounded...lots of fines and community service later I learned my lesson.

I had several oppurtunities to learn my lesson along the way but it wasn't until I started putting 2 and 2 together for myself that I learned how unsafe cars really are.

 

Flyin' described me perfectly. It is truly a jekyl/hyde relationship. I weigh each situation. Iagree with his proposed solution also. It is the same talk i had with my son. Know the dangers, weigh the risk and err on the side of caution. I have walked away from a 'bad' race situation.

 

I got a ticket this morning.
80 in a 60.
I...ummmm...got off easy. Trust me.