Well, it's not nearly as cool as I'd like, but here's the jist of it.
I'm rolling over to a friends house when this Thunderbird S/C starts playing with me. I was about to bite when low and behold there is a white Fox Mustang GT in my rear view. He wanted to play, I thought.
We play a little cat and mouse through the traffic till we get an open spot. He was shooting way ahead of me, I was just taking it easy. I caught up and the Super Coupe just jumped ship.
I pull up next to the other GT, noticing he has a couple passengers, give him a look, drop it down into 3rd at 65mph. I am tired of waiting, so I take the jump, shoot ahead a couple cars and it's obvious he's not going. Lame. Then he tries this ricer flyby
Cripes, everybody's a ricer now. I quickly dropped it back down into 3rd as he went by me. He got a good 3-4 cars infront of me before his progess was stopped and I began reeling him in. Once I shifted to 4th I was pulling down on him like nothing. We caught up to traffic and I backed off. He exited the next turn. Oh well. My car was obviously faster by a good margin, but it's hard to really enjoy that when the loser won't line up.
Such a racing drought here.