Tonight was my first time taking my SVT to the racetrack, since I have never gone I took one of my buddies along. We got there about 6 o clock and signed in, then we waited... and waited... and waited, watched some pretty cool cars go really really fast. Saw a 68 Camero do 9.999. A couple lightnings do 13.1 stock. But around 8 o clock it was time to start up the old car and head towards the start line did my burn out to clean and heat up the tires. Also my friend was sitting in the passengers seat. But there was a problem on the track, some glass or something so the had to get the truck and go down there to clean it up and of course it had to be my turn, all nervous and not wanting to mess up. So I get up to the line and watch the lights go down, yellow, yellow, yellow, GREEN. Drop the hammer at about 2500 and I go and the the shaking, the most horriable shaking ive ever experienced, ok that was an over statement but it was bad. All the change came out of my change holder. So that was frighting and at about 5500 I shift, I know big mistake, but I was nervous. Then 3rd shift I was told not to shift into 4th by my friend. So im getting up near 7000 and boom I hit the rev limiter, right before the finish line too. My first run ended in a win, against a '99 Acura Intergra V-TEC but at 16.4 @ 88.7 MPH. Then since we won we went into the winners lane, and waited and waited and waited some more. The next race I let my friend drive. He gets up there has a nice start but at about 4000 RPM his hand slipped and the shifter went into neutral, and the RPM's went to 6000 when he shifted again so right there he messed up and he got 17.2 so I laughed at him. Then we went home and that was my night at the tracks. Met some fellow CSVT owners and told them about contour.org.


Zach


Black '98 SVT Contour
Clear headlights
Door ding guards removed
15% tint all around
5 in. LCD and DVD player
K&N Intake

When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet. When toast is dropped, it always lands butter-side-down. I propose to strap buttered toast to the cat's feet, butter facing up. The two will hover, spinning, inches above the ground. With a giant buttered-toast/cat array, a high-speed monorail could easily link New York with Chicago.