| ChopsZ |
10-12-2016 09:35 AM |
You can't really blame the cars on the drag strips and race tracks. That's just crap that happens on the track. Things break, tires break loose, etc, etc. But the a$$ clowns on the street, well, if they're anything like the ones around my area, most of them are barely old enough to grow pubes.
There's two sides to this coin. What I think it is, is this...
1) These guys are all ex-Honda Civic owners. They're used to nailing the gas pedal to the floor and nothing happening and the car just going straight with the front tires pulling the car along. They get tired of not making power and being slow, so they ask mommy and daddy to buy them a Crustang. They then commence to ricing out said Crustang (because that's all they know how to do), by putting noisy exhaust systems on them and oversized ghetto chrome wheels wrapped in the cheapest rubber they can find. In other words, setting themselves up for failure.
So now you have a young punk kid with a high powered RWD car that has only ever driven low powered FWD cars, still no experience, only knows how to rice out a car, and only knows to mash the gas through the carpet, and you end up with these entertaining YouTube videos.
2) These yuppy, preppy douche bags that buy a higher end Mustang with a LOT of power, or even worse, one with a super charger with a $hit ton of power and torque, they don't know the first thing about driving a powerful car, especially a RWD one, attempt to show off, boasting about the fruits of their labor, stab the throttle, and become famous with these entertaining YouTube videos.
And honestly, the latest version of the Mustang is quite capable in the right hands. Good chassis, good suspension, great sounding, great looking (on the outside), and can actually handle surprisingly well. It's just the inexperienced douche bags that buy them and have no idea on how to control them.
Also, to add to this, when I was on the on-ramp getting onto the parkway yesterday, I had some schmuck behind me in an early 2000's Mustang that kept romping on the gas, constantly correcting his direction going around the big left-hander as to stay on the pavement.
He had a big induction hood on it, some big goofy rear wing, and what looked like 17" wheels with way too small, way too low profile tires. When we get on the parkway, I get all the way over to the left lane and he's two lanes over, comes along side me, then floors it. I hear tires squeal, look back over and see him sliding over to the next lane to his right, away from me fortunately, with a bunch of white tire smoke. He eventually makes it back up along side me, now in the lane right next to me. He looks over at me with a big grin on his stupid face and I just shake my head and keep going. And as usual, he looked to be in his early 20's.
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