I don't street race much at all so don't have many kill stories. My closest race was against a WS6, but the one that was the most fun was against a good ole boy with a "built" (his words) 68 Nova 327. We ran on 316 at about 2am on a Monday night last summer from a light way on up -- I dunno how fast I was going when I let off, the speedo only goes to 120. The guy was a nice guy, I'd seen him pull into Waffle House (like I said, 2am monday night) and park right next to my car. He gave it a pretty good look over, so I waved at him when he came in. We got to talking... he had edelbrock heads, comp cam, hooker headers, etc etc.
At the end of 1st gear he had half a carlength on me (worn out trac-loc -- bad tire spin). I grabbed 2nd and instantly started pulling hard. By the time I grabbed 3rd, I had about 1.5 carlengths on him, end of 3rd, about 3 or 4.... kept going until I hit 5500 in 4th, and shut it down. It's hard to judge distance at night like that, but he had to be a ways back.
We pulled over afterwards to shoot the sh*t for a while.... really cool guy. He was just outgunned.
It's always more fun to race someone that's cool about it afterwards and gracious in defeat, even if it's not the closest race.