Well, beign that I live near Detroit and have to suffer through the winter, I only take my Mustang out on nice days. I went for a spin tonight and started pacing a new black Cobra.
I goosed it a few times and he did not bite. Then when I signal for my exit off the freeway he stops the gas! So I passed up my exit for some fun.
I dropped to 3rd at around 3800 rpm and let him take the move. He hammers the gas and takes off with me a tick behind to start. I start pulling, and as 3rd winds out I start pulling harder and harder. I shifted into 4th with about a 2-3 car lead.
I hit the next exit to turn around and go home. He followed, honked, and waived.
Cool
I was jonesin' for a race so bad I would have gladly raced a riced out Honda at that point. At least I got to race a real car!
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1988 Mustang GT
12.0 @ 121 on radials
S-trim Vortech sitting in a box!