So there I was, finally on my way home from another difficult day at work. I coast casually up to a light that has just turned red, trapping myself and a small white sedan in its clutches. At first I think nothing of my situation and proceed to alternate my CD selection when I peer over at my counterpart and see a young lad of maybe 17 years. But this is no ordinary adololescent, as I had met with him and his ferocious vehicle only the night before. He too throws a glance and a look of utter visciousness my way. He grins slyly, no doubt remembering me from our previous encounter and the shameful humilation I have since then endured. He gives his mighty Metro a boost of motor blood and I tremble as its engine roars with anger and and anticipation of the upcoming onslaught. I too give my engine a rev and it howls with delight as it readies itself for its latest and most trying battle. Sweat and a small tear of fear roll down my face as I wait for what seemed like an eternity for the traffic light to give us the go to determine our fate. Then, GREEN! Our tires scream like a woman in the night as we hurl ourselves down the beckoning roadway towards an awaiting glorious victory or a crushing defeat. The race is almost close for the first two, maybe 3 feet, but then I begin to accel ahead of him! I cheer with delight as my roaring engine hurdles me towards an upset of epic proportions. One, two, three, even more carlengths I take from my foe! I throw a glance at my speedometer which is now winding clockwise with speed I could only have dreamed of the day before! As it screams past 70 miles per hour, I look to see my opponent far back, without any chance of ever recovering his self-respect. I cut it off then and there as a motion of respect towards the boy's pride. As he pulls up alongside, he smiles, and gives me the most cherished sign one street warrior can give to another, a hearty thumbs-up. I reply in kind and take my turn towards home as the roads once again return to a peace so often short-lived. As I reach my final destination I am still beaming with pride at my most recent victory and can't help but think just what other challenges may someday lie ahead for myself and my wonderful Maxima.

Got my car back from the dealer with the new tranny and it works f!cking great!

 

c'mon man, you hurt the poor guy's feelings, it's not his fault he drives a crappy car

 

Nice story... now pick on someone else (preferrably with a V6 engine).

 

Yah or at least a true 4-cyl, and a metro doesn't count I mean I'm still wondering the difference between a Metro and a lawnmower engine...

 

Most Metros = 3 cylinder

 

I owed him one for him beating out the rental a couple nights ago. He was actually pretty cool and even asked me if I was glad to have my car back when we got to the next light. I know it's not right, but it was all in good fun.

BTW, anyone from around Rhode Island? We're making a port stop in Newport next month and I don't wanna be bored to tears...

 

nice kill? hehehe...congrats on the new tranny.... are you going to dyno again?

 

Tuesday...I can feel a little bit more gusto throughout all the gears, so I'm pretty optimistic about it. The last dyno was fine, but I'm definitely not going to ***** if this one is higher. We shall see...

 

cool.... I am still waiting on my UDP..... UR apparantly messed up and shipped a whole batch of them to the wrong address..... oh well though... maybe next week...

 

i figured it was a newer one...

 

Great story. Well put.

Congrats on the kill.... I think.

 

Good to have avenged your defeat!

Now, go forth and lay waste to that CL-S!

 

your story sounds like shakespere to me...lol...its written like a poem..

 

Roar? Metro engines don't roar. They whine.

Fun car to drive though. For an afternoon, anyway...

 

Wow, that was poetic, you should be a book writer...anyway congrat!

 

Thanks. A kill on a Metro really isn't worth bragging about, but I thought I'd try and make it interesting anyways. Got some mediocre kills tonight though-a Rodeo, older Caddy, an Integra with "special edition" badging on it, an older Accord, a late model Firebird, and an 80-something Trans Am. I must be moving up in the world...

 

Very well written. For a minute I thought that I was reading a speedtale from speedmagazine.com. On a side note, why did they rebuilt the tranny?

 

My tranny had the same symptoms outlined in the TSB, so I took it in and had that done. 6 visits later, it still didn't work right, and the tranny was eating itself up (ask Nauman, he saw my tranny fluid). The guy at the dealer said Nissan wouldn't authorize them to put in a new transmission, so I kept having to go back for the same thing. Nissan didn't decide to replace the whole tranny till after my 6th visit. Gotta love that quality service. Not that I mind having to go down there 7 ****ing times and driving such fine rentals such as Escorts, Corollas, Metros, and Cavaliers.

 

I checked out the tranny fluid at Maxus.... lets just say it was in pretty bad shape.... brown tranny fluid = very bad