2008 STI Stage 2: 312 whp/401 lb-ft
02-03-2008, 01:22 PM
#21
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..........my latest kill story..........
He brushed his taught, tanned fingers softly over the supple
mound of the Sti shiftknob. Slowly, he shifted his gaze one last time from the stoplight to the dark figure in the Evolution next to him. His insides churned and his loins swelled. Only the distant howl of a siren and rustling of discarded newspaper on the dank sidwalk broke the eery calm. The charcoal shadows thrown from the streetlights over the garbage cans were the only witnesses to his passion--his carnal desires!
Only minutes earlier he was minding his own business, doing two--maybe even three--miles per hour under the speed limit. It was then that he heard the lustful buzz of the aftermarket exhaust. He knew in his soul and in his flesh that it was a Evolution 9 with a 3" pipe. He'd had them before, and they were always satisfying... satisfying until the thrill had subsided and the craving filled his manhood once again.
It was fate, he was sure, that they both ended up at the intersection together. It was fate that there were no other cars on the road. It was fate that conditions were good. He knew it to be true! He could feel his feet trembling in anticipation of the hot, thrusting motion of the pistons.
Just then, the opposing light turned yellow. The moment of ecstasy was nigh! He jammed the clutch pedal to the floor as a gutteral moan crossed his lips. His ***** ached with a reptilian desire that demanded quenching! Would it be an immediate change to green, or would there be a delay? He must seize the moment, but he feared the "premature launch" which would deminish the conquest at his fingertips!
The opposing light turned red and immediately his light turned green. He knew that the dark figure next to him wanted the hard, relentless pressure of the racing seat against its backside as much as he did. He bounced the the tachometer off the rev limiter once and released the clutch with a passionate heave of his foot.
The frenzy of lust and acceleration was almost too much to bear! He told himself to Godshift, he must make this moment last--but not too long. His mind swirled and raced, as did the blood through his now erect manhood--like velvet-covered steel!
He mashed on the gas and, as he had anticipated, the headlights of his quarry began to fade behind him. He only took it to five miles per hour over the speed limit--because he is a good and safe driver; even when he street races. At that moment he knew it was over. He took his hand from the virbating stick and activated the hazzard lights but for a moment. And then... he allowed himself to breath once more.
The craving had been fed--for now.
He brushed his taught, tanned fingers softly over the supple
mound of the Sti shiftknob. Slowly, he shifted his gaze one last time from the stoplight to the dark figure in the Evolution next to him. His insides churned and his loins swelled. Only the distant howl of a siren and rustling of discarded newspaper on the dank sidwalk broke the eery calm. The charcoal shadows thrown from the streetlights over the garbage cans were the only witnesses to his passion--his carnal desires!
Only minutes earlier he was minding his own business, doing two--maybe even three--miles per hour under the speed limit. It was then that he heard the lustful buzz of the aftermarket exhaust. He knew in his soul and in his flesh that it was a Evolution 9 with a 3" pipe. He'd had them before, and they were always satisfying... satisfying until the thrill had subsided and the craving filled his manhood once again.
It was fate, he was sure, that they both ended up at the intersection together. It was fate that there were no other cars on the road. It was fate that conditions were good. He knew it to be true! He could feel his feet trembling in anticipation of the hot, thrusting motion of the pistons.
Just then, the opposing light turned yellow. The moment of ecstasy was nigh! He jammed the clutch pedal to the floor as a gutteral moan crossed his lips. His ***** ached with a reptilian desire that demanded quenching! Would it be an immediate change to green, or would there be a delay? He must seize the moment, but he feared the "premature launch" which would deminish the conquest at his fingertips!
The opposing light turned red and immediately his light turned green. He knew that the dark figure next to him wanted the hard, relentless pressure of the racing seat against its backside as much as he did. He bounced the the tachometer off the rev limiter once and released the clutch with a passionate heave of his foot.
The frenzy of lust and acceleration was almost too much to bear! He told himself to Godshift, he must make this moment last--but not too long. His mind swirled and raced, as did the blood through his now erect manhood--like velvet-covered steel!
He mashed on the gas and, as he had anticipated, the headlights of his quarry began to fade behind him. He only took it to five miles per hour over the speed limit--because he is a good and safe driver; even when he street races. At that moment he knew it was over. He took his hand from the virbating stick and activated the hazzard lights but for a moment. And then... he allowed himself to breath once more.
The craving had been fed--for now.
Last edited by downsti; 02-03-2008 at 01:27 PM.
02-03-2008, 01:31 PM
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..........my latest kill story..........
He brushed his taught, tanned fingers softly over the supple
mound of the Sti shiftknob. Slowly, he shifted his gaze one last time from the stoplight to the dark figure in the Evolution next to him. His insides churned and his loins swelled. Only the distant howl of a siren and rustling of discarded newspaper on the dank sidwalk broke the eery calm. The charcoal shadows thrown from the streetlights over the garbage cans were the only witnesses to his passion--his carnal desires!
Only minutes earlier he was minding his own business, doing two--maybe even three--miles per hour under the speed limit. It was then that he heard the lustful buzz of the aftermarket exhaust. He knew in his soul and in his flesh that it was a Evolution 9 with a 3" pipe. He'd had them before, and they were always satisfying... satisfying until the thrill had subsided and the craving filled his manhood once again.
It was fate, he was sure, that they both ended up at the intersection together. It was fate that there were no other cars on the road. It was fate that conditions were good. He knew it to be true! He could feel his feet trembling in anticipation of the hot, thrusting motion of the pistons.
Just then, the opposing light turned yellow. The moment of ecstasy was nigh! He jammed the clutch pedal to the floor as a gutteral moan crossed his lips. His ***** ached with a reptilian desire that demanded quenching! Would it be an immediate change to green, or would there be a delay? He must seize the moment, but he feared the "premature launch" which would deminish the conquest at his fingertips!
The opposing light turned red and immediately his light turned green. He knew that the dark figure next to him wanted the hard, relentless pressure of the racing seat against its backside as much as he did. He bounced the the tachometer off the rev limiter once and released the clutch with a passionate heave of his foot.
The frenzy of lust and acceleration was almost too much to bear! He told himself to Godshift, he must make this moment last--but not too long. His mind swirled and raced, as did the blood through his now erect manhood--like velvet-covered steel!
He mashed on the gas and, as he had anticipated, the headlights of his quarry began to fade behind him. He only took it to five miles per hour over the speed limit--because he is a good and safe driver; even when he street races. At that moment he knew it was over. He took his hand from the virbating stick and activated the hazzard lights but for a moment. And then... he allowed himself to breath once more.
The craving had been fed--for now.
He brushed his taught, tanned fingers softly over the supple
mound of the Sti shiftknob. Slowly, he shifted his gaze one last time from the stoplight to the dark figure in the Evolution next to him. His insides churned and his loins swelled. Only the distant howl of a siren and rustling of discarded newspaper on the dank sidwalk broke the eery calm. The charcoal shadows thrown from the streetlights over the garbage cans were the only witnesses to his passion--his carnal desires!
Only minutes earlier he was minding his own business, doing two--maybe even three--miles per hour under the speed limit. It was then that he heard the lustful buzz of the aftermarket exhaust. He knew in his soul and in his flesh that it was a Evolution 9 with a 3" pipe. He'd had them before, and they were always satisfying... satisfying until the thrill had subsided and the craving filled his manhood once again.
It was fate, he was sure, that they both ended up at the intersection together. It was fate that there were no other cars on the road. It was fate that conditions were good. He knew it to be true! He could feel his feet trembling in anticipation of the hot, thrusting motion of the pistons.
Just then, the opposing light turned yellow. The moment of ecstasy was nigh! He jammed the clutch pedal to the floor as a gutteral moan crossed his lips. His ***** ached with a reptilian desire that demanded quenching! Would it be an immediate change to green, or would there be a delay? He must seize the moment, but he feared the "premature launch" which would deminish the conquest at his fingertips!
The opposing light turned red and immediately his light turned green. He knew that the dark figure next to him wanted the hard, relentless pressure of the racing seat against its backside as much as he did. He bounced the the tachometer off the rev limiter once and released the clutch with a passionate heave of his foot.
The frenzy of lust and acceleration was almost too much to bear! He told himself to Godshift, he must make this moment last--but not too long. His mind swirled and raced, as did the blood through his now erect manhood--like velvet-covered steel!
He mashed on the gas and, as he had anticipated, the headlights of his quarry began to fade behind him. He only took it to five miles per hour over the speed limit--because he is a good and safe driver; even when he street races. At that moment he knew it was over. He took his hand from the virbating stick and activated the hazzard lights but for a moment. And then... he allowed himself to breath once more.
The craving had been fed--for now.
02-03-2008, 02:00 PM
#24
. I have been keeping very active on IWSTI, namely in the 08 sti sections. Jeff from perrin and the guys from PDX have been doing a lot of work. The heads in the 08 are more efficient so if they can make the same power with a smaller turbo and have more response, then why not? I want to see it with my vf-34 when I make the transfer =]. And about the meth discussion...I would never touch that. Too risky. If you looked at the graph you can see he made like 375 awtq and 288 awhp on 92. Thats with the smaller turbo o_O.
02-03-2008, 11:20 PM
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yes thats baller status
but im pretty sure your buddy street race.. if a someone picks on him on the road im sure he will go at it.
02-03-2008, 11:26 PM
#29
i got a buddy who has an Evo 9 on stock turbo runs 100 octane every day. he drives his car stanford to south san jose everyday hahaha i have quite alot of friends runs on 100 octane on thier cars every day.. haha
yes thats baller status
but im pretty sure your buddy street race.. if a someone picks on him on the road im sure he will go at it.
yes thats baller status
but im pretty sure your buddy street race.. if a someone picks on him on the road im sure he will go at it.
a California cookie
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02-04-2008, 09:07 AM
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hehe, again, this dude is an engineer and he's much smarter than to give some punk kid with a civic with an exhaust the satisfaction of watching his tail lights get smaller and smaller.