Ford Festiva vs. @swampratt 's Geo Metro... a drag race

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I ran across this ditty years ago and was reminded of it's existence by the continuing saga of @swampratt. It could be him. (edited to convince ya)

Ford Festiva vs. @swampratt 's Geo Metro



I took my camouflage Geo Metro out last night. I was headed to a buddy's house to get a load of railroad ties. With it's one liter of raw power, three cylinders of asphalt-tearing terror on thirteen-inch rims. It's stock, alright, nothing done to it, but it pushes the barely 2000 pounds of metro around with AUTHORITY. I'm always catching mopeds and 18-wheelers by surprise…and bringing home cement slabs and quarried rocks.

I stopped by Baskin Robbins with my manly triple-latte cappuccino blast ("No Cinnamon, ma'am, I take it BLACK"), when I stopped at a streetlight. As the Metro throbbed its throaty idle around me, I sipped my bold beverage and wiped the white froth my stiff upper lip. I was minding my own business, but then I heard a rev from the next lane. I turned, made eye contact, then let my eyes trace over the competition. Ford Festiva-a late model, could be trouble. Low profile tires, curb feelers, and schoolbus-yellow paint. Yep, a hot rod, for sure. The howl of his motor snapped my reverie, and I looked back into the driver's eyes, nodded, then blipped my own throttle. As I tugged on my driving gloves and slipped on my sunglasses (gotta look cool to be fast, and I am *damn* cool, hence...), the night was split with the sound of seven screaming cylinders.

Then the light turned... I almost had him out of the hole, my three pounding cylinders thrusting me at least a millimeter back into my seat, as smoke pouring from my front right tire... my unlimited slip differential was letting me down! I saw in the corner of my eyes, a yellow snout gaining, and I heard the roar of his four cylinders. He slung by me, right front wheel juddering against the pavement, and he flashed me a smile as his .7 extra liters of motor stretched its legs. I kept my foot gamely in it, though, waiting for the CHECK ENGINE light to blink on in the one-gauge (no tachometer here!) instrument panel. I saw a glimpse of chrome under his bumper, and knew the ugly truth... He was running a custom exhaust-probably a 2-into-1 dual exhaust...maybe even cutouts! Damn his hot-rod soul! The old lady passing us on the crosswalk cast a dirty look in our boy-racer direction... Yet still I persisted, with my three pumping pistons singing a heady high-pitched song, wound fully out.

Though only a few handfuls of seconds had passed, we were nearing the crosswalk at the other side of the intersection, and I heard the note of his engine change as he made his shift to second, and I saw his grin in his rearview mirror fade as he missed the shift! I rocketed by, shifting, and nursed the clutch gently in to keep from bogging, keeping my motor spinning hot and pulling me ahead, now trailing a cloud of stinking clutch smoke. Not ready to give up so easily, he left his foot in it, revving, and I heard one wheel *almost* chirp as he finally found second and dropped the clutch. We careened over the crosswalk, now going at least 15 miles per hour. A bicyclist passed us, but intent on the race as we were, neither of us batted an eye.

He pulled slowly abreast of me, and neck and neck, we made the shift to third, the scream of motors deafening all pedestrians within a five foot circle. He nosed ahead as we passed 30 miles an hour, then eased in front of me, taunting, as we shifted into fourth. I was staring up the dual 6" chrome tips of his exhaust, snarling, my cappuccino forgotten, as he lifted a little to take the next corner.

I saw my opportunity, and counting on the innate agility of my trusty steed, I pulled wide into the number two lane and kept my foot buried in carpet. Slowly, I inched around him, feeling my Metro roll slowly to the left as I came abreast in the midst of this gradual sweeping turn. I felt the Geo ease onto its suspension stops, and felt the right rear wheel slowly leave the ground - no matter, though, because my drive wheels, up front, were pulling me through the corner, and around the Festiva. The Ford driver beat his wheel in rage as my war painted car eased past him on the outside, my P165/55R13's screaming in protest, as we raced to the next light. We coasted down, neck-and neck, to the red light. I tightened my driving gloves, ready for another round, when this WIMP in the next car meekly flipped his turn signal and made a right. Chevy (Suzuki) superiority reigns!!! I drove off sipping my masculine drink, awash in my sheer virility, looking for other unwitting targets.... Perhaps a Yugo, or maybe even a Volkswagen Van!
 

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The only time I rode in a Metro it could hardly get up one hill to roll down the next. A/C compressor had (yes had) to be turned off more then once to get up to cruising speed
 

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Man, reading that was like I was there. I could actually FEEL the g-forces pressing my weight down toward the pavement.

I had a '67 Chevy Caprice at one time that could have competed with those two. I skinned up knees and elbows a couple of times because right after firing off the line at a green light, I thought the car wasn't moving and I got out to see what was wrong.
 

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HA HA! That was excellent.
I can't remember if it was a Festiva Or a Fiesta my uncle had built.
Little 4 cylinder and he stuck 60 series tires onto it.
He was an EX NASCAR driver from way back and everything he had was tweaked.

He got an Australian head for the little car and tweaked the engine and then lowered the engine and drivetrain in it 3".

That car would corner like no other.
No sliding around corners just stuck like glue.
He told me he built another little car like that and raced it on an asphalt track and it never would break a tire loose in a corner.
So he just kept pushing it faster and faster then all at once the car just flipped right over onto it's top in a corner.

He said That this little Ford felt exactly the same.
I raced him in a Nova I had that ran 12's at the time and I had to actually get into the 4 barrel to hang with him.
I would bet his little Ford would run in the 13's.

My son raced a guy in a big tire Geo metro many years ago in a car that ran 18's if he was lucky.
Said the Geo took off like a rocket.
Caught up with the guy at the next light and was informed the Geo was sitting on a Subaru WRX chassis.

Some people like stealth.

Here is a sleeper video for ya.
 

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HA HA! That was excellent.
I can't remember if it was a Festiva Or a Fiesta my uncle had built.
Little 4 cylinder and he stuck 60 series tires onto it.
He was an EX NASCAR driver from way back and everything he had was tweaked.

He got an Australian head for the little car and tweaked the engine and then lowered the engine and drivetrain in it 3".

That car would corner like no other.
No sliding around corners just stuck like glue.
He told me he built another little car like that and raced it on an asphalt track and it never would break a tire loose in a corner.
So he just kept pushing it faster and faster then all at once the car just flipped right over onto it's top in a corner.

He said That this little Ford felt exactly the same.
I raced him in a Nova I had that ran 12's at the time and I had to actually get into the 4 barrel to hang with him.
I would bet his little Ford would run in the 13's.

My son raced a guy in a big tire Geo metro many years ago in a car that ran 18's if he was lucky.
Said the Geo took off like a rocket.
Caught up with the guy at the next light and was informed the Geo was sitting on a Subaru WRX chassis.

Some people like stealth.]




My Dodge Mega Cab is a sleeper! That 57 of yours hits hard!
 
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