Cruising In Streak Performance Celicas – Mad Chaos: June 20, 1998

Recording NRL State Of Origin On VHS

Back at home it was dark.  Taking some food from upstairs I called Ali as he had called me tonight.  Thinking that Ali would be out with Penelope tonight, I found that he was having an argument of some sort.  In that case, there was a possibility of us going out tonight.  

Watching television I knew that the State of Origin final was on tonight so I didn’t really want to miss that.  As that started I turned my computer off from mucking around with pictures of Ali’s Celica.  

Ali then called notifying me he was coming over with Imad to pick me up for a night out.  Hearing that news I put a tape in the video, rewound it as much as I could.  Then I started recording the State of Origin.  Uncertain as to who has won yet, I will watch the tape after I write in my Diary tonight.

Cruising In Streak Performance Celicas

Hearing Imad and then Ali caning up my street in their Celicas, I turned off the computer, the television and my amplifier and then headed outside.  With a jumper, shirt and pants, I thought that was enough to brave the cold weather, which was around zero degrees.

Jumping into Ali’s Celica we said our greetings and were then on our way.  Venturing to Campbelltown and then through Queen Street, it was dead, so we looked for a petrol station.  Stopping at the BP just over the bridge towards Woodbine McDonald’s and where Harvey Norman is, we stopped there.  Both of them filled up.  

I walked over to Imad’s car to view a single that he had bought.  Imad bought a single from “Uncle Sam” and “Usher”.  Jumping back into the cars we headed for the Car Lovers car wash just next door.

Ali parked his car within the car wash.  Winding up the windows he started sponging his car.  Meanwhile, Imad was just vacuuming his car because frankly, Imad’s car is always in a mess.  Me, I was looking at pictures of alloy mags for car wheels.  We were all coy with each other.  Then Imad sprayed some Citrus smells into both cars as they were lined up.  It cost $2 for 40 seconds.

Imad Detours For A Booty Call

Tonight wasn’t without its usual fast paced speeding and burnouts here and there.  Having nowhere to travel, Imad pulled over and just being called by his mistress, wanted to head for her house.  Both of us knew he was probably getting some booty, so we followed up until Mobil at Ingleburn.  Pulling over there we gave Imad ten minutes.  

It’s funny really.  The redhead chick fucks up Imad’s Celica and hasn’t paid much back, but Imad is still with her.  Why?  Because Imad can’t get anyone else and he probably knows it.  For her to call him for a root and him to obey, that’s mind control for her.  What I can’t understand though is what’s so good about ten minutes of enjoyment?  Of course Imad is going to get something out of it but ten minutes just ain’t enough in my books to give someone a decent orgasm.  She must be hanging out for sex too so she doesn’t really care, as long as she gets it.

While waiting for Imad to show after his minute of glory we talked to the security guard.  What I noticed was that he had a gun and security guards aren’t issued with one.  This bikie looking gentleman doesn’t look like he even needs one.  Talking about armor piercing bullets and bulletproof vests, I noticed a Celica with the smooth body of Ali’s car but the color of Imad’s car come in.  Stock and high off the ground, I found out it was a guy that had a shift at Mobil and Imad knew him.

Parramatta Cruise With The Boys

Imad soon came back.  From there, we chose to head for Parramatta.  Heading off, we caned it along the highways and freeways playing a game of cat and mouse with each other.  Imad would weave through traffic trying to get in front of us, but being the faster car, Ali would catch up and take over.  There were no people out on the road willing enough to run against us, no fun.

Reaching Parramatta, we viewed one of the main streets and that was it.  We were off again, which I found funny.  

Here we are driving all the way to Parramatta for a minute of adventure, if you even call it that.  

Nevertheless, if we didn’t leave at that time we probably wouldn’t have had the fun I’m about to mention.

The Porsche Versus Celica Race

At a set of lights heading towards Burwood we pulled up behind a Porsche and a brand new BMW.  With two turning lanes, Imad pulled up in his Celica next to us behind the BMW while we were behind the Porsche.  Behind us was a fast motorbike that also was giving some action beforehand.  

The BMW revved its engine against the Porsche sitting right next to it.  Urging Ali to rev the engine, he revved and let the clutch out to spin forward half a meter.  At exactly the same time, right next to us Imad had done the same thing.  Thinking it was cool to have done that in synchronization, I noticed the guy driving the Porsche looking in his rear vision mirror at us, seeing how close we were.  

I could see he was saying something like “Oh fuck.  They want a go.  Better creep up a bit.”

Imad and Ali just looked at each other.  Before the lights turned green the Porsche started spinning the wheels.  Taking off early, he sat there and spun for a couple of seconds.  Then spinning 90 degrees he just took off.  The Porsche stuck to the ground like crazy and made some good distance at first.  All three cars behind the Porsche were spinning and burning rubber.  Coming around the corner with plenty of free space, Ali took over the new BMW, blew that away.

Out of the corner we noticed the Porsche was a good 15 meters away and still making some distance between us.  Ali gave his Celica a great deal of balls.  Killing the BMW, we started to catch up to the Porsche.  As it backed off we flew past it at 180 Km/h.  

Imad was racing the motorbike in the background.  Then Ali thought to turn off a side street.  What for? Imad and I will never know.  

As Imad turned around the corner he questioned Ali, “Why did you turn?”  

Ali couldn’t figure it out himself.  Then turning back we turned back onto the highway in pursuit.  Flying through traffic we just couldn’t catch up with the Porsche, so we headed for a service station in Burwood where all hotted up cars go.  

Rev-Head Pit Stop In Burwood

Parking, we noticed one of Imad and Ali’s Lebanese friends.  Talking to him I noticed his immaculate RX4, mint condition, lovely paint job and the large port Rotary was hard to talk over.  The interior was beautiful.  He must have spent a mint on the thing.  

Halfway through our conversation a couple more rotaries showed up, each with their monster tacos and small tacos at the front of the window.  Seeing a red RX2 and a white one, both with Rotaries, Ali told me the red one does 11 seconds or lower in the quarter mile.

There was a fairly good-looking 20-year-old or so blonde with this guy there.  She wasn’t skinny or anything like that, but being around Velda’s height but with a nice face on her, the body didn’t really matter.  What also helped was the fact that she was wearing a skirt.  But even though her legs weren’t that skinny, I would have gone out with her.  Her man must be happy.  The rotaries were headed for Bondi.  Ali was asked if he wanted to join in but Imad didn’t have enough petrol, so we skipped it.

Racing Cars On Return Drive Home

Watching the rotaries each with turbo off their tits head out, we started our cars and headed our trail home.  On the way home we almost hit three cars, all in the same situations.  The situations, we would be in a lane.  Then they would start changing lanes and then put their blinkers on.  The problem with that, we were speeding.  As we started breaking they would quickly see behind them what was happening and turn back into their lane.  The first casualty was a taxi, then some other car and then Imad done it to us as he was cutting through traffic.

The trip back home also wasn’t without its fare share of runs against an Accordia and a large monster truck type or four-wheel drive.  The story with that truck was it came with a stock V8 308 or bigger and then the owner worked it off its tits.  Ali ran it in his Celica.  We won but I had a feeling it wasn’t trying hard enough to beat us.

Confronting Racists At Woodbine McDonald’s

Stopping at Woodbine McDonald’s we found nothing was happening, so we started heading out.  Ali done a burnout heading out.  

Within the drive thru-line, in an Excel driven by some lady, a guy shouted out “Go home Wogs.”  

Upon hearing that Ali stopped the car.

“What did you say,” he yelled out.

Ali jumped out of the car.

With that I jumped out in case something started.  Walking up to the wooden fencing I noticed the girl getting worried and the windows being wound up.  The car behind them started reversing because they must have thought their car would be targeted also.

Stopping at the wooden fencing Ali asked once more “What did you say!”  

Shaken up, the guy in the front seat quivered in his voice as he said, “Don’t worry about him mate. He’s sick.”

That’s all he could say until we shunned them and turned back towards the car.  

“Don’t worry about them,” Imad didn’t want to get out of his car. 

But I feel he would have been helping out if something did happen.  The Excel had three guys in it anyway, so that’s one for each.

Ali Loses Control Of His Celica

With a night of caning the car, we headed to Queen Street to view the scene.  Coming onto Queen Street near Tim’s Garden Center (yes that corner), Ali done a burnout.  Turning the corner and behind a taxi, the front end flung out.  Careening sideward, we ended up on the other side of the road still moving forward.  

Ali’s hands were crossed over each other and tangled within each other as he released the wheel and tried to regain some control.  Whacking his Celica back onto the right side of the road (we only ended up over the middle line by about one meter), Imad pulled up next to us.  We smiled at each other and had a laugh.  

Ali Snaps His Celica’s Differential

Driving past the happening part of Campbelltown we found it wasn’t ‘happening’ at all.  In fact, the scene was dead, so we headed for the back of Pizza Hut and parked it in the car park there.

While parked, we talked about the night and how we careened over the road a couple of minutes ago. Then as Imad noticed some girls up the street we started the cars back up.  Screeching up the car park, we turned towards the R.S.L club, and then up the small one-way street behind the Commonwealth Bank where the noise reverberates.  

One of the girls turned out to be Marley (or whatever her name was when we first met the girls and I used to like the girl driving the Pulsar I think it was).  She never came out after that.  It’s quit ironic that I was just mentioning to Lyssa today how I haven’t seen her since the first days of meeting with Lyssa.  Figures, but that always happens to me.  I talk about something that I haven’t done for a while or someone I haven’t seen for a while and luck would have it that a day or two later, something relating to that conversation happens.  It’s ‘Murphy’s Law’ I tell you.

Well, as we were going up the little one-way street, with all the bumps in the road, Ali turned the small corner and we heard a crack from one of the back wheels as we hit a bump.  Ali’s heart instantly dropped, as he knew what it was, a snapped differential.  What that meant to us was one of the wheels wouldn’t spin.  Ali was fuming as his thought came true.

On the way home there was no power coming from the car.  Whenever Ali would plant it, we would be going nowhere really but we would get every single gear spinning because one of the wheels wasn’t getting power.  Revs were high but we weren’t moving fast enough, it wasn’t gripping properly.  Saddened by that last breath of Ali’s Celica, I was dropped off.  Then saying goodbye to both of them and borrowing back a CD off Imad, I headed inside.

So here I am, telling my story, my glory of a night well deserved.  Tonight was a good night, its been a while since the three of us have been out together.  Lucky Ali was having a dispute with his woman otherwise tonight wouldn’t have happened.  

Ali’s mobile phone was fucking up all night.  Because it was so cold the windows kept fogging and the phone was so cold the buttons wouldn’t work.  Because of that Ali couldn’t call out and Penelope probably tried calling.  I know that if Penelope did get through then we would have been home sooner.

Planning For The Wollongong Novotel

Well now it’s time to have something to eat, watch the State of Origin I missed out on and then head for bed.  

Tomorrow I’m waking up and getting ready to catch a bus to Wollongong at 4pm.  Lyssa is heading back to her house, maybe with Nikita.  But tomorrow when she wakes up, she will also be getting ready.  

I can see big things for Saturday night at the Novotel.  Lyssa and I will be getting there fairly late, just before it starts getting dark.  Not having dinner now because of the money situation, we will bring our own.  Probably watch a movie, watch some television, go for a stroll around Wollongong at night and then head back for our room.  

With a spa in our room and a balcony view I will be taking a fair amount of pictures.  For $310, I should be expecting to steal some soaps or something like that, something fabulous to live in.  As for sex, it’s going to be great.  Lyssa already has plans of using the wall and other little naughty things.  Well, I must fill you in when the time comes.