I was on my way home from work Monday night and I noticed this GT zipping in and out of traffic. I don't think too much of it, he's going nowhere too fast. Somehow I managed to pull next to him at a stoplight (just doing the speed limit) and all I hear is loud music blasting from his radio. Nothing aggravates me more than someone blasting music, thinking their the s*** because their car vibrates faster than the battery powered vibrater they use at home. Anyway, I back up (no one behind me at this point) so that the nose of my car is at the tail of his. He looks over and smirks. So, we get it on. After a couple of shifts, I shut down at 60 mph because it would be pointless to go on. He passes me at what seemed like 70 mph and I never see him again.

 

How many car lengths did you have on him when you shut down cause I know it wasn't even?

 

nicely done

nice poem..

 

I'm not sure how far ahead I was... it was really too dark to tell, even with the street lights. I would have to say at least 3/4 of a car length and pulling. By the way, the reason why I stopped at 60 mph (besides feeling good considering how comfortable my lead was) is because the speed limit posted was 40 mph. If it were on a highway I would have gone until I ran out of gas. It really didn't feel like a race, either. Just a quick run at 60 and I just beat him too it.