Ooh, I love these types of threads.
I have several good stories.
I own a 1986 Mustang LX, with several goodies.
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First was was with a modified Porsche 944 Turbo. I was getting on the freeway, leaving my girlfriend's house headed for home. As I get on the freeway from the on ramp, I notice a clean Porsche 944 Turbo passing by. Me being the race addicted freak that I am, I tail behind it by about 5 car lengths, I'm waiting to see if he'll take the bait and speed up. He didn't. I continue to tail him, and we come to the next freeway that takes me home. He goes the same route I do. We merge on to the next freeway and he goes wide open throttle, I'm left with a cloud of black smoke and the whine of his turbo. I drop it into third, I go wide open throttle, my Bassani exhaust singing. He slowed down, I get to the side of him, his passenger side. We're above even, going about 70 mph, we feel each other out and I have a feeling that I could kill this Porsche. Eventually, he honks his horn 3 times to let me know when to go. He does it again, and we both go wide open throttle. I started out in third and stood on the throttle- I gained about a half a car length on him and then I accidently hit the rev limiter, he gained that much back, plus a car length. I slammed 4th and gained a little, but by that time he had me in the top end and he was almost a car length in a half in front of me. I looked at my speedometer, it was pegged at 140 (my gauges are terribly inaccurate but it was flying). We raced again, twice more, the second two were a little closer but he still had me in the top end. These series of races were at about 1 in the morning, so the freeway was just about empty. As luck would have it, he got off at the same exit that I did, I pulled up next to him, he rolled down his window and said he ran 12.4s the night before. He had bought the Porsche earlier in the week. And man, that thing was clean. One of the nicest 944s I've ever seen. Don't mess with 944 Turbos.
Another good race I had was actually just recently. It was against what looked like a 1996 Mustang Cobra. I was cruising home from work at about 8 pm, minding my own business, going about 80. All of the sudden this idiot rides my ***, like less than a half a car length to my back bumper. I slow down a little bit to piss him off, down shift to third, go wide open throttle for a bit and back off. I look in my sideview mirror and it resembles a Mustang. I pull over to the right lane next to me and slow down a bit and sure enough, it's a Cobra. It was some dick head with his lady in the car, obviously trying to impress her. So here I am cruising next to him in 3rd gear, ready to attack and he takes off flying. I immediately going wide open throttle and catch him. We pull next to each other and I flash my brights on and off. I honk my horn three times, then I do it again and we're off, racing. I immediately pull on him, it wasn't even much of a race. We did that a second time, only this time until my speedometer was buried. I must've had 5, 6, 7 maybe more car lengths on him. I slow down, look over, roll my window down and laugh, then give him a thumbs down. He gets pissed and starts going the speed limit and then gets off at the next exit. I hate idiots that ride my ***. Don't **** with us four eyed Mustangs. Reason why mention this is because this is the first time I embarrased a guy in front of his lady. Anyway, there you have it.
Chris