I was on my way back home after work last night. I get off the highway and there is very clean yellow Mustang GT (87-93) in front of me. I follow him for a mile or two. It sound bone stock (Is that even possible... a stock Mustang?
). After a while we are finaly side by side at a stop sign. I take off slowly waiting for him to punch it from a roll. He finally did it. Laaaaaaaag, booooooooost, wheel spin, 8000rpm, BANG 2nd gear is in. I keep my concentration on my 2 millions gauges. Here comes 8000rpm again. Shift 3rd gear.
I look next to me. He is not there.
I look in the mirrors. He is a good 3-4 cars back. So I stopped. His first reaction was "Do you have a TypeR in there?" I told him I have a turbo and bla bla bla.
Then he told me his car isnt running right and he can't really push it. (typical ricer excuse). He then told me he also have another Mustang and it will run 12s this summer. (hahahahaha)
I gave him the thumb up for is clean ride and thats it.
That was my story of the day.