Evolution.
(Banned)
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Ok,here is the story (funny one too):
A friendo f mine came over to my house today to play some GT4 as we both are addicted to it.He brought his memory card over and we were going to race and he was getting all cocky saying "Oh man my TVR can beat anything you have" "It has so much horsepower it twists the frame" and all of this junk.So I just calmly tell him horsepower is nothing if you can't handle it.He keeps saying he can so I am like "O.K,lets go".We get to the selection screen,Aids are off and we are both using sports tires.He picks his supposedly almighty fully tuned Chameleon Pearlescent TVR Cerbera Twelve Speed.I go to my garage and pick the almighty,stock,15 Horsepower Diahatsu Midget.He is just staring at me like "WTF?".He keeps saying that he hopesi m kidding and of course im not,so we race.First we run 3 laps at Le Sarthe I.On the first lap I am already beating him and he is struggling to get his car some traction.He starts to catch up somewhat on the second lap but I hold my slow lead.I am sitting here watching a car with at least 50x the horsepower I have struggle to catch up to me.He is spinning out,losing control and going everywhere.I finally finished the race with a decent margin of time between us.His excuse for losing:I let you win.I am just thinking to myself "O.K".Next race is Laguna Seca.Same cars,same tires,3 laps.I beat him again with a large margin.His excuse "It was my controller".We finally finish it at the Nurburgring.2 Laps,same tires,same cars.I win again.This time,he had no excuse.He was staring at the "FINISH" text in awe.He couldn't believe his Torque monster of a car got beat by a 15 Horsepower Diahatsu Midget.Saying few words,he got up,took his memory card and left my house with nothing more than a "Goodbye".I havent talked to him since.
This kid is an average joe driver.None too professional,nor is he a beginner.
Moral of the story
ower amounts to nothing when you have nothing to contain it with.
A friendo f mine came over to my house today to play some GT4 as we both are addicted to it.He brought his memory card over and we were going to race and he was getting all cocky saying "Oh man my TVR can beat anything you have" "It has so much horsepower it twists the frame" and all of this junk.So I just calmly tell him horsepower is nothing if you can't handle it.He keeps saying he can so I am like "O.K,lets go".We get to the selection screen,Aids are off and we are both using sports tires.He picks his supposedly almighty fully tuned Chameleon Pearlescent TVR Cerbera Twelve Speed.I go to my garage and pick the almighty,stock,15 Horsepower Diahatsu Midget.He is just staring at me like "WTF?".He keeps saying that he hopesi m kidding and of course im not,so we race.First we run 3 laps at Le Sarthe I.On the first lap I am already beating him and he is struggling to get his car some traction.He starts to catch up somewhat on the second lap but I hold my slow lead.I am sitting here watching a car with at least 50x the horsepower I have struggle to catch up to me.He is spinning out,losing control and going everywhere.I finally finished the race with a decent margin of time between us.His excuse for losing:I let you win.I am just thinking to myself "O.K".Next race is Laguna Seca.Same cars,same tires,3 laps.I beat him again with a large margin.His excuse "It was my controller".We finally finish it at the Nurburgring.2 Laps,same tires,same cars.I win again.This time,he had no excuse.He was staring at the "FINISH" text in awe.He couldn't believe his Torque monster of a car got beat by a 15 Horsepower Diahatsu Midget.Saying few words,he got up,took his memory card and left my house with nothing more than a "Goodbye".I havent talked to him since.
This kid is an average joe driver.None too professional,nor is he a beginner.
Moral of the story
ower amounts to nothing when you have nothing to contain it with.
), I tend to doubt the veracity of what they say. Prove me wrong...
