My sophomore year of college (98) I bought a 68 mustang, and juiced it (yeah I was one of them it had soooo much horsepower. There is a perfect two mile strip of backroad right outside the university where anyone could race. One night I squared against a 97 or 98 ITR, didn't really know at the time. I was being a complete monkey, revving and chirping, and he just sat and waited for the light to turn. As soon as it went green I dropped the clutch and POP!! broke my unijionts and dropped my shaft.

It was f-in embarasing ops: But the coolest part was the ITR ran the full quarter before coming back around, and he was fast...Now that I look back at it, I was one of those kids that I laugh at when I see them giving the R dirty looks.

There is no better way to learn a lesson than thru failure
Dev