Dreaming of Celica, add your Options

[macavely]

in the darkness of night the only thing that matter is speed.... I pull up under a street light and prove speed means nothing when it comes to style....Speed is lost at the moment someone stops...Everyone it stoped now looking at my Celica and it's beatuiful lines enhanced by the street light...No need for speed here.. just love for something so beatiful it was mad to go slow so peopel could stop and look and for ever have that image in there minds....





Yea people i know i'm deep... well thats a dream i had the other day... just wanted to share it with everyone... does anyone else have celica dreams or thoughts they want to share with us??

[HyperDeathKill]

Dodee. The hottest illegal street racing ring in the midwest, and there I was lined up against a smack talking Type-R. He had no clue though what I was pulling under the hood. Nobody did, and of course knowledge is power.

100 people at least 75 cars, lined up on both side of the road along the quater mile stretch, and everyone's eyes were on the new-comer in a form of Celica they've never seen before. I stared down the quater mile to the finish line, I could barely see it dispite having 75 pairs lights illuminating the path. From the corner of my eye, I saw the starters hands drop.

My petal was to the floor, I was neck and neck with the type-r. But he was no match for my supercharged 5sfe. I pulled like a frieght train. 2nd gear. 3rd gear. He was in my rear-view mirrior I knew, but I never looked back. I felt the 3 car lead I had, and the race wasn't even over yet. And there it was, the finish line that I would pass in about 1 second.

But then, another line apeared. This one was advancing towards me, and quickly. Police. At least half a dozen, probably more. Their blue and red lights lit up the night, and the shouting changed from cheering to terror. I pulled the e-brake, and used the locking wheels to pull a 180. And I floored it. The cops were no more than 20 feet away from me...30 feet... 40 feet. I swerved in and out of the other ricers trying to get away, and then I turned right, left, right, left again. 80 miles per hour, full road turns. Hairs away from hitting the curb.

And then the lights dissapeared, I pulled into a gas station, turned off my car, and rested my head against the steering wheel. The sweat dripped off my forehead, and hit my floor. Then I turned on the celica, and slowly drove home. It was a good night.

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Yea, I don't illegal street race at all. But this would be cool.