This wasn't a race, but it still scared the crap out of me. My buddie and I were coming back from a psudo-vacation in Maryland. We were on I75 a bit north of Gainsville at about 2:30am. We were doing about 65-70 with me driving Bill's 93 Talon.
Out of the blue we get buzzed by a white Acura(I think) doing about 110. We decided to use him as a bird dog as long as possible, (i.e. following at the same speed but a ways back, and letting him attract the cops).
So we were trucking along floating between 105 and 115, fat,dumb and happy. This lasted for about 10-15 minutes, until we got a decent ways past Gainsville, and then I found out why FHP paints their cars the brown and gold. When they come charging up from the ditch between the lanes, chasing the car 1/4 mi ahead of you, the brown blends with the grass,and the gold with the oncoming lane.
I started downshifting and jump on the brakes. By the time we started coming even with the cruiser, I thought we were down to a decent speed and glance at the speedo-80mph.Not quite there yet.
I could see the cop trying to decide between the car he had on radar, and the car coming up on him standing on its nose and tached all to he**. Thank god he finally decided to go after the Acura. Needless to say we were more than a bit freaked. We did 70 the rest of the way home.
Sorry to be so verbose, but thats just the way I write.
Jorge