New GT Convertible. The owner thought he had a fast car and was hell bent on challenging me. The owner was one cocky SOB.
Before there was even a race, the GT was cruising behind me. Then he pulls around and does a ricer fly-by, and I'm hoping really bad for a red light ahead. My prayers were answered. The stoplight goes red in front of us.
He's staring at me as we pull up (like I said, he was really cocky). I stare back. I throw him a rev...so he can hear the lope in my cam, the long tube headers, and most of all, the blower whine.
He was once staring, but now he is beginning to avert his eyes. I can tell his cocky attitude is starting to disappear. He's realizing he can't undo this without looking like a big moron.
What happens next amazes even me. The GT owner is so anxious to get a hole shot, he nails it when the green TURN ARROW commons on. Luckily, he realizes his error and stomps on the brakes before rolling all the way into the intersection. What a bozo! I threw another rev for good measure.
After what seems an eternity, the light goes green and the GT lurches forward by two lenths. Then I put the power to the 275 drag radials and blow by him at 40 mph. I reach 50, and he's given up. I'm glad, I really don't like going too fast on city streets.
Maybe now the GT driver will think twice when challenging another Mustang. Really now.