I look over and he looks at me. I think "this guy wont race.. bah" so I leave it in 5th gear. Then I look over again to see if he had a girl .. and what does he do..

He downshifts! WTF?! Anyways, He cought me by suprise but I was around 4000rpm 5th gear, and those who've driven my car, I get almost no lag.
So I just punch it.

From 110mph to 150, I pull 1 car lenght on him (1 car between him and me). I know its a 13s 300hp car but point of the fact is, I pulled on this thing on top end! Woohoo! And I spend half the money he did neener neener :)

I decide to play catch the mouse (i'm the kat. hehe..). I end up catching him very quickly. This is going to be a short race I tell myself. We hit oncoming traffic, and he is still in front of me, cuts me off to pass some slow sunday driver, and I persue, trailing his rear.

He then changes back to the Left lane, I suppose to let me through? All I know is there was smoke from his exhaust, and there was this loud lawn mower sound. I could have sworn he was driving a 4hp Honda Muncher/Mower combo with auto-start coil, but they dont make them in black. So anyways, we are not fastly approaching this section of 1 and 9 that bends to the right.

Speedo does its trusty job of signaling to me the massive speed that I travel, while all the gauges are in check. We approach this bend at 100+mph or so, and I begin to remember something. At this point, I stayed 2 feet behind him. Now, this is a section that combines 2 lanes into 1, bends to the right, has a raised bridge in the middle somewhere, about 100feet long. Notice I said raised? There is a bump onto it and off of it, maybe 1 foot each way. All this, at 100+mph.

I think to myself, "Andre, dont be stupid. Its not worth it. Slow down.. SLOW DOWN!" Too late. He reaches the apex of the bridge, and the rear of his car does a democratic move and tries to recount its ballots. No go. The supreme court denies it the approval, and next thing I know, he rear end is scraping the divider, and I'm 1 foot behind him, looking for the almighty "slow me down i'm about to f*%#*%#king crash" pedal. BAMN I hit the pedal, but wait! Whats this?!?! ABS kicks in! ARARGGG! My car isnt slowing down any faster than his is, scraping on that divider! He now begins tossing between dividers in front of me, whilest i'm trying to find some damn grip! I could have sworn I'de hit that black box a few times if I didnt swerve here or there.

Well, by the stroke of luck from the mighty ALAH, I finally find grip, only at 40mph, and at the same time I notice his car is about to do one of those "Ok, we've had sex in rear position for 25 years, lets try something different" modes, and think quick, downshift to 2nd, and maneuver myself out of there quicker than you can say Monica Lewinski is my sister in law! WOAH, just in the nick of time, I merged onto oncoming traffic just in time to pass him, and just as I thought, his car landed right in the middle of the road!

I spend 2 seconds in neutral, looking the rear view scope, looking in the panoramic display, looking for cops, witnesses, anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. I thought of stopping, getting out, and helping him. I then thought again. No way jose compadre, I must split, NOW. So I wot so fast, then before I know it i'm at my destination, parked, and out of the car, looking for shelter.

Here I am now doing 45mph, in 4th, watching the rear view rice-o-meter, looking for tasty fish bits. First come, is it rice? No.. Taxi. Next... Rice? Noope.. Some conversion van. Ahh but this looks interesting. The good old 4 lights, and coming up quite slow, a 3g Black RX7! I watch this thing come up beside me on the left lane, slowly, like a ballet dancer moving through the air with swift steps. What a beautifull car I think to myself. She has got some nice lines, it looks as almost its floating through mid air graciously. <sigh>. So I drop my beast into 3rd and WOT (no more soap box mode). Instantly I gain 3 car lengths on the black RoleX 7. Hmm I think to myself. They dont want to play. I then decide to keep my 3 car length pace on them, and regress to my tuning mayhem. Looked to 2 black dudes were navigating the fish, tinted windows, exhaust, and thats all I saw.

We then reach that long straight away that has an over pass, almost reaching the main tunnel street. I peak in my rear view yet again, and notice out of a sudden, they begin gaining on my shark tail! Woah I say, time to boogey. In an instant they are on my tail, and I can hear that rotary like you wouldnt believe. I drop it in 3rd again, and mash the metal trouble starter. Bam, top of 3rd in an instant, and here I am, head to head with the RX that goes 7. I shift my white beast into 4th, expecting nothing but sorrow, when out of nowhere, I begin to pull on the 7! Woah I think. This is unreal! Top of 4th came so quick, 120mph came quicker than Santa down our chimeny, and alas, I was 2 cars in front! But he was moving oh so fast. Very fast.

Next gear, 5th. BAM, shifted that lever and mashed the gas once again, continueing my saga of car lenghts, it was getting longer and longer, till I noticed traffic up ahead. I then backed out of the pursuit, and what do you know, this black spot just flew right past me at full force.

Boy that felt great. He kept on his way towards the tunnel, and I made my U-ei back towards west. No thumbs up, no honks, nadda. I guess they werent happy. Well, I was! I think this is more proof that my 4th gear is stronger than I think, but I await a bad loss to some lucky fish one day. We will see.
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I had to post this as soon as I got home since my mind tends to forget things rather quickly. This will be short since most of you witnessed the race. To put it in short terms, I won. But here is how it started.

There must have been a pack of 20 dsms or so following us to the start of the line. This is the Green 300zx that supposibly did alot of <cough>trash<cough> talking on some Supras yeih posts ago. Well anyways, before I begin, I thing he is a really nice/cool guy up front and am glad he is that way, and took this race in stride and had fun in the process. Now, as we get to a point on the highway where the races usually start, we come to a hault. We had agreed on doing a start from a roll. Why you may ask? Quite simple my freind; I like to save my clutch for the track. I was also sure he would have a hell of a time getting traction, so I think this would be to our best advantage. As we wait on this highway, I look back and see nothing but black infinite road! WOAH I think to myself. I'm dead stopped in the middle of a freaqen state highway, ready to race "the race of my life" to put it in lame terms.

So now here I am, shaking like a dog on fire, wondering if I'll live to see my engine bay again. My poor clutch leg is shaking so much, I have a hard time locating the pin-sized clutch pedal. I look at Fernando (300zx driver), and initiate the go-ahead. So, I pop the clever-lever into 1st, and roll off at a very slow pace, and 300zx follows suit. We must be doing 3mph or so, but 3mph it is no more, as I look at him yet again, and yelll; " GO GO!". We both nail the throttles and our beasts of all beasts go. Due to my boost lag, he gains some ground on me instantly.

At this moment I think to myself, "At least I'll loose in stride." Little did I know what was about to happen next. Top of 1st, car gets squirrly. I spin all 4 wheels, and find myself perplexed (oh god, not them big words again) as to what to do next. AHA! Shift to next gear! So I ease it into 2nd. Let the clutch out, mash the gas, and go with the flow. At this moment, I'm looking straight ahead. Screw the gauges, screw the PMS, screw all mankind. I see this green beast ahead of me getting squirrly, but he is moving nonetheless. Through 2nd gear, he gains a bit more on me. I'de say there is 1 car between him and me right now. Damn, I'm loosing more ground here. <sigh>

Many thoughts going through my head, but the only one that prevails is the thought of my engine doing what that guy's car did on 1 and 9 a few months ago. You know what I'm refering to.. that bright light? Fume infested inferno? Yes, KABOOM! <smacks himself silly> back to racing...

2nd gear goes out like a quick screw at the local horse-house, and next at bat is the almighty 3rd gear. Yes, this is "the gear", I think to myself. I mash the gas yet again, and by the end of 3rd, I am on his rear, gaining momentum! Well all this racing is making me more nervous than usual, but I put it aside for the next round of gear. 4th gear enters, and I mash the gas. I now peak at my gauges because I figure I'm going to loose, so lets see why. Hmm, 780egts!? .97 o2s?! 22deg timing!? 20psi on the dot... you dsmers know what that means.. RICH! No problem amigo. I keep at it in 4th. Hmmm, the car starts gaining. As 4th gear winds out, I begin to pull up to his door. Top of 4th gear my nose inches ahead. <Buzzer> BBBBRRRRR; 4th gear has now official come to an end. Please disengage and select next gear, thank you. BAMN, 5th gear's turn. I now yell to my white beauty "comon! You can do it! COMON! Just think, if you dont make it, its back to dissambly, and i know you dont want that <evil grin>."

I now have this momentum thing going, and the 4-5 shift is very quick and flawless. By mid 5th gear, my car has immediately gained 1 car on him. As I keep the gas pegged to the carpet, I begin gaining another car length. At that moment (I figure 2 car lengths? Correct me if I'm wrong), I let off the pedal of hell and switch over to my life saver pedal. At that point, I put on my hazards. Lets just say I allways wanted to do that (evil grin again). We continue a slow pace, and back to the dwelling spot we go.

Well that is that. I really dont have much else to add to the story, except it was all done for reference. I wanted to compare with his car, and see how well my tuning was working. Thats all. No bragging rights, no big-head, none of that. I've put tons of time/work into my own car and consider these street races moments of pain or pleasure. This was pleasure. To see that my car has momentum, enough to pull on a rwd car that does 110+ mph on the 1/4 easy, really made me feel a little bit proud of myself. I'm sure somewhere along the line, someone will say "Oh, I missed a shift.." or "i was only running on 1 cylinder"... whatever it may be, be it. It seemed like a fair race and i'm glad in the end we're still friends at that.

Whats next? Track time. I need a slip of paper now to show me that my work is .. working.. Only problem is, as a few witnesses said at our race today, by the "1/4" mile mark, 300zx was winning. So i'm sure with my stupidly cautious method of driving, I still wont see fast times at the 1/4 track. Ah well, my goal is to have a fast highway racer, not 1/4 sprinter.

Enough babbling. Fernando, it was fun. And I'm sure you would have posed some competition to the Supra gang, without a doubt. Maybe next time... but you being a DSM fan, you know how these cars work. So i'm sure there is no real suprise anyway. Plus, I do have alot of work on my car. No hidden secrets like many a few, all my work is documented on my web page anyway. Bah, I still feel my car is slow... maybe its just the lag and the fact I drive in the 3.5k to 5k rpm range, where i dont have much power. Even if you "let me win" if thats the case, for once I felt really prowd of my car, and in the 2 years i've been working on it, i've never had a real prowd moment.
Keep it real
Andre - back to the dark depressing corner
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<Sigh>... Here we go again. I kid you not, I'm starting to find the craziest of instant races on these streets like never before. Its about 3am heading home from a nice meet with the dsm crowd. I had just finished eating myself silly a Gyro, and was chatting up some conversation at Newark with dsmers and the infamous 300zx that everyone talks about now adays. We all get bored and decide to part our ways.

I get onto the highway, and head home like a puppy with his tail under his legs, when I notice the quick pacing 300zx showing me some highbeams... errr.. no.. I think he was accelerating hard. 

Wait one second, this is about an RX7, not 300zx.. lets skip that encounter for this post, I think everyone has had enough of dsm vs 300zx scenarios. (For those who wonder I had the 5th gear advantage again...).

Anyways, fast foward here. Now the fun part. I'm going down 1 and 9 south towards elizbeth, just cruising along slowly letting my car cool down from the encounter with the green machine, when out of the blue I notice something looking like a ZR1? Some low riding, sweet looking car with a paint scheme that can only indicate CHEVY. AHA! I know this guy! Its my good friend Pete that lives a few blocks from my house. Yes, its the sweetest of 3g RX7's i've known in my life. Blue with 2 fat white racing stripes down the center. I had seen him earlier on a trip to home depot with my friend Claudio.

The dirt on this car... goes like this. Single turbo conversion, Re-built engine with stronger apex seals, FMIC, Huge turbo (god I forgot the insignia of the turbo), Big greddy exhaust, 12psi, greddy prolicB?, and a myriad of other gizmos. This is an 11sec car I was told (most likely on race gas).

I get beside him and give him my condolences since I've not seen the guy in decades. He seems suprised that I'm there in my slow rocket, so he decides to ridicule me by saying the magic words, "Hey, I'll race you!". What comes next? You guessed it, we both punch it. Now this is a good friend of mine from way back, where I used to play with RC cars and all of that good stuff. Anyways, back to the race.

I'm in 2nd gear right at my lower power range. I punch it, wait for lag, and then it kicks in. I get sucked to the seat harder than Ms. Lewinski's best ordeal. As second winds out, I gain 1/2 a car from him. Those of you that have been in my car, you know its loud. Well, not this time. This 3g RX7 rivaled those of jet engines! My holy Buda this thing was L O U D! Well anyways, we continue. I do a simple shift to 3rd gear, and do the obvious of winding it out. This time, I gain 1 car length more. At this point I give up, and let him catch up to me. As usual, he flys past me in a frivilous rage, scaring the bejesus out of me. The only thing going through my mind is not that i've just pulled on a "11sec RX7", but how I want that damn car! This is my 2nd encounter with it and its looks are so enticing I can picture myself in that Lexus commercial sleeping with it in the garage. Aaaah I'de like to pet it right now.. <sigh>.

So as usual, we pull off to a side road, exit the corridors of mahem, and scrounge up some chitter chatter. He was impressed none the less. He told me he could not believe I just pulled on him like that. I replied saying I cant believe it myself. It just makes no sense to me.

On a bad note, he started smoking blue, bluer than his paint job. We think his apex seal has bit the dust again. Best of luck to him... If I had my choice I'de buy a 3g and put a 4g63 in there in a heart beat.

Anyways, Fernando, if your reading this, I think I scared the living daylights out of my friend in the passenger seat on that turn! Hehe. I had to slow down in a frenzy, and I almost peed when you just passed me on the inside line. Dude.. your CRAZY! hehe..
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It was about 11am saturday night, and I had nothing to due but go for a local cruise and enjoy the prowess of my machine. I end up getting into the bayway area circle, waiting at the light, ready to merge onto 1and9 going north towards newark. As I lay there idleing, I glance to my right and see a crew of rice rockets. These guys were filling up at a gas station, or kicking back, one or the other. Seems like it was 2 Rice civics, 1 Rice trd celica, 1 stock looking gs 300, and one of those new bmw coupe's, with fries please. (sounds like i'm at a chinese restaurant giving my order heh).

I had flashes or races in my head. All I could hope for is that the red light stay lit just a bit longer so I could persue this crowd or beans. That thought ended quickly as the light turned green and I made my turn onto the highway. As luck would have it, I decided to go at a moderately slow pace, thinking there might be a slight chance they could be coming my way.

As more luck would have it, they did! Yes, about right near the beginning of the long stretch of highway, here come a loud buzz of bees... oops, i meant rice rockets, from behind. I stick to my right lane, and let them all pass me rather swiftly on the left, taking note of what prey i'm dealing with. The 2 civics pass in a hury, full of thugs and rugs and all the things that go bump in the night (cut springs maybe?). Then comes the TRD celcia.. pass...

Now here is where it got spicey. No this was not the soy sauce I'm talking about, this was a Bimmer! Wow this thing looked angry from the side. Peeking in I saw a nice lcd screen, and 2 rich looking guys going about their way. As they pass I peek at the rear end.. Hmm.. "Dinan". 4 Tips. Angry looking set of wheels. This aint your standard yogurt my friend, this is a supercharged tyranasourus! I immediately down shift and try to start some trouble, but due to traffic, there isnt much I can do.

As feet passed, we found some good stretch of road. I had to play rush and move-out-of-myway with the rices to get up in front, and then came the bimmer on my left calmly. I look at him, he looks at me, and we go. I was smart this time by keeping my revs right at my power band in 3rd. Anyways, what a ride! I slowly pull on this thing in 3rd gear. Maybe a car lenght tops by the end of my chivalry. Then I ease it into 4th, and give my share of anger, and continue slowly pulling on him. By mid 4th, I've gained maybe 2 and a half car lenghts. To make a long story short, we end up near that bump/bridge, where that Black civic took a fall right in front of me a few weeks ago. I immediately slammed on my brakes for fear of a repetition, and hoped the bimmer would catch on. We were going WAY to fast for that curve with a bump.

He does the opposite. I guess he thought he "won" the race and wanted to rub it in my face. I begin to shake, and hover my brake pedal. This guy goes FULL speed into that tight curve/bridge, and he almost wipes out!?  OMG this was getting overly scarey. He caught his back end just in time. I could have sworn he would have killed himself. This curve has a sick bump in it, and at full speed, while turning, no one can pass that safely.

Well, as we all pass the curve, I give my worries a back seat, and mash the gas of harrasment once again. BAM, I catch up to him in a hurry, and give him a nod, and thumbs up for having a real nice car. I again motion we continue our race since the nice long stretch is coming up (we are on the pulaski by now). I dont think he wanted to play anymore, so I just left in a hurry and continued tuning my PMS. Yes, I found some more hp by doing some neat tricks on the fuel/timing tables  DSM 1, Bimmer 0.

Andre
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I was on my back home from Barnes and Nobles on Route 22 today. After catching up on some rice magazine reading, I was feeling good about my car and wanted to hit the road again and just go home. As I merge onto the highway going back east, I look afar and notice 1/4 mile behind me a multitude of yellow mag lites. I pay no attention and get myself into the lanes of the busy highway. I continually peak in the rear mirror of shame to find out the maglite mobile is actually a sweet looking, red Firebird. Its huge snorkels and fascia staring me in the mirror, I downshift into 2nd and whisk myself away into the next lane. This leaves him no choice but to pass by my left side. As he quivers through, I marvel at how the americans can make such a huge massive piece of metal, and only give it 250hp. But wait a second, as it continues its parade of flaunt, I whisk my eyes to the rear fascia and read those three big red letters. WS6. "Woah," I say to myself. This beast is 320hp. I want to play with an american v8! So I begin the fun here.

I start weaving myself through traffic, trying to get to some clear road where I can show this hunk of metal what I got. We get ahead of traffic, and I notice that the WS6 is very, and I mean VERY, eager to play. He cuts through side roads, in between cars, and over sidewalks just to get ahead of me, but I keep my cool and stay back, knowing he wont get far.

We then get to a clearing of the road. A nice 2 mile stretch, and guess what. NO CARS! He of course, in his muscle ego that he has, gets on it first, and gains a wadd full of cars. I'm still behind 1 passerby, but quickly maneuver myself around, shift to my killer 2nd gear, and instantly gain some ground. 2nd is up in a heartbeat, and then comes 3rd. My car was feeling very slow and cumbersome for some reason, and I cannot figure out why, but also cannot touch the PMS since I'm concentrating on the road ahead. Top of 3rd is reached, and had gained so much ground, that he is merely 1/2 a car length in front of me. All I hear is this raptous growl of a V8. The shift into 4th is cumbersome since my tranny has been feeling quirkly all this week, but it goes in, and the car lurches ahead with vigor. In about 2000rpms of wot in 4th, i've now passed the ws6, doing at least 120mph or so. I shift early into 5th gear for some stupid reason, and end the battle about 2 cars ahead of him. In the meantime, while I'm slamming on my brakes, he flys past me faster than clinton could pull his pants up when the secretary of state walked in.

Victory #1. I showed him what these little 4 bangers were made of. But that wasnt the end of the show ladies and gentlemen. Him, being the classic v8 musclehead, wanted more.

By now we are reaching the bridge that exits to the Delancy exits into newark. The red bugger trails me from behind, tempting me with his nostrils. I pop her down to 2nd in a split second, and mash the gas to lurch ahead 2 car lenghts. I then try to find 3rd but I keep hitting a wall! In the meantime he gets closer. Uh oh. BAM, It goes in. 3rd is in and ready for the unveiling. I mash the gas yet again, and begin to slightly pull on him, whilst he has now gained some momentum. As we approach the delancy exit, I flip my switch into brake mode, all to realize my brakes are heavily faded! NO!! I cannot stop, and find myself coasting instead of stoping past the STOP sign down under the exit. I keep my eyes peeled and look for some empty spaces I can jump into. Luckly the green light was on myside, and I quickly turn around, ready to jump back onto route 1 and 9. But whats this? The WS6 continues to follow me, and turns on his headlights, signalling me to stop. So, we stop. We both get out, and his jaw is wide opened. He asks me if I'm using the bottle.. wait.. no.. he openly gestures: "Dude, you have to be on the bottle!" I calmly say "Nope, just a turbo." And we converse from there, him telling me he's running 320 hp, and that my car is running good. End of all conversations, I bid him farewell, and to becarefull out there, him the same, and we part our ways.

But wait, there's more.

I'm on my way back now, taking my avenue of exits and off ramps, heading off of route 22 back into my homeland, when I encounter this sweet looking C5 Corvette moving along to my right. As I enter the main street near my house, he begins to follow me on this one lane twisty road. I tell myself this cant be happening. Another V8 wanting to play. Well, here is where it gets interesting. I'm trying to get my brakes back and do my usually 2nd gear wot and brake. He must think I want to play, so he follows suite. Good boy. Very good boy. We then turn onto my street, and he stays glued to my bumper. I do what us awd folks love to do. Put her in 2nd, bring her up to 4krpm, and wait 2 seconds. BAM! Use my right foot to settle some business, and in no time I've gained 1 car. At the same time, his headlights become brighter, signalling the fact that he has now just got on it. Good. I then bring her to 3rd gear, and continue the rivalrly. As we both speed on through this road, I see the C5 slowly fading back. Top of 3rd gear has earned me 1 more car length. That was it, I was done, put her in 5th and turn around in a side street and go back home. No brakes and all. The C5 vette turns on an adjacent street and goes onward to his destination.

Boy does it feel good to romp on these v8s. Arent DSMs wonderfull?

Yours trully.. V8 killer (well, most v8s) 
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I really hate my car. Its the worst piece of crap out there. I decided to go tuning, once again, on route 1 and 9. I had to re-install my 99 ecu back, and the pms that I use does not work correctly with the 99ecu. I get hickups at wot and things that make me go hmmm.

Anyways, quite suprisingly, the car was moving tonight. Albit 22psi I was running (or so my boost gauge read), It was sucking me into my seat in every gear. I end up taking a u-turn halfway through the pulaski skyway, and I am sitting in my merging lane, waiting to get back into traffic. As I wait, I see this bright zenon light fixture coming up fast from my right. I pay no attention as I assume its a usual rice boy of sorts. Well, to my suprise, it was not! This looked like a 5 series BMW, and I couldnt not tell exactly if it was the imfamous M5. But, one glance at the fat, aggressive, intimidating rear wheels, and I knew this was no boy toy.

So I step on it as soon as there is a clearing, going through the motions of 1st, 2nd and 3rd gear, just to catch up to this machine. This thing was moving, and he was noticeably in a rush visible by his tailgating the vehicles in front of him. I keep my cool, in 4th gear, and just pace him from behind, amazed at the thickness of those wheels and the sharp lines of the quad-exhaust tip system.

I couldnt quite tell who was driving this thing, but I did not care. I started pacing him through traffic as he was quite eager to get through it! I was befounded! A $80k car with 400hp (albit 4000lbs), going through traffic like the rice boys do around here on occasion.. this guy must either be a) in a rush or b) full of himself.
Well, we are following traffic, and a split in the highway comes about. He blinkers to the left side, which is the local lane, and I follow suite. As we merge on ahead, I find a clearing on the right lane of the now 2 lane highway. I downshift the almighty gear lever into 3rd and blast the rasp from the past! I'm getting sucked into my seat here, loving this feeling, and am about 4 cars behind the M5. The M5 immediately switches to my lane and steps on it. I'm quickly closing in on him, already on top of 3rd. As we pass some left-lane traffic, the left lane now becomes clear. I immediately switch to the lane, and it is nothing but clear straight road ahead. My mouth waters with eagerness and excitement, whilst my eyes keep tabs on my gauges, and the car that i'm persuing. I swiftly shift her into 4th gear, and gas the beast yet again. At this time, I am side to side with this 5 that has an M inside. To my amazement, I'm walking on him! Slowly, but surely! By mid 4th gear, I am about 1/2 a car in front of him, doing near 120, and we are mov-ing! Anyways, traffic quickly comes up, and I proceed to slam on the brakes, content that my pos tuned car actually did something nice for a change. The M5 doesnt take notice and continues on his wot rage, flying past me like I was standing still, and takes his exit onto route78. No highbeams. No honks. Nada. I guess he wasnt thrilled, but hey, I wouldnt be either if I got beat by a $26k pocket rocket. It was fun.
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Here I am driving to school at about 8 in the morning. I'm waiting at an intersection about to make a left turn, whilst from my far right I notice a Red blob thats joyfully prancing up the street. As it passes in front of me, It becomes apparent that its the Supra that lives a few blocks from my house. This car has some basic BPU mods, and stock exhaust. To cut to the chase, I follow suite and we both end up taking the entrance to route 22 highway. He must be going the same direction as I. We both merge into the highway, and he suddenly hits the boost and takes off. I do the same. I catch up to him, and we encounter traffic. I find an opening and change lanes, and eventually he comes behind me and follows me. I mash the gas in 2nd and peaking at my rear view, I see his nose point skyward. I gain 1 car length on him in my total 2nd gear. 3rd gear comes, and slowly, 1 more car length. I'm at about 100mph and encounter traffic. So I move over to the right lane, as he slides up on my left side. We both roll down windows and I immediately shout "I LOVE that car man.." He responds with a Nod and a comment which I didnt hear. I then tell him I'm off to school. There is an opening ahead of us and straight highway. I'm in third gear, and at abotu 3800rpm, pacing him. I wave bye, look foward, and blast the gas. BAM 20psi and I'm moving. He shoots the gun at the same time, and I pull on him 1 and a half cars from bottom to top of 3rd. Very nice. Car was feeling quite happy this morning which was strange. I slam on the brakes and there he goes Zzooomming past me on the left in a rush, and takes his exit.

I think I just made him realize his car wasnt the fastest thing on the block :) I still have total respect for the car. Maybe it was detuned, maybe he had a problem, who knows.