I got raped by one at the track a few times. For some reason I'd always get lined up next to this guy. All stock looking besides the slicks on the back. My first run against him, I heard his boost spool up when the tree lit, and I shat myself. Thanks to his loud turbo, I pulled a .502 reaction out of fear, I dumped the clutch and took off. I was in my Ranger at the time, while this guy was running 9's, I was running 18's.
It was beautiful
