Kinda reminds me of when I raced a Porsche 911 Turbo just north of Groton, Ct. on 95S.
Stayed on him up to 140mph (he really wasn't
trying that hard to lose me...I think he was
starting to wonder though when the hell I was
going to run out of top end). He got tired of playing hide and seek with me and floored it when I was just starting to crawl past 145mph. I was left in his jetwash to put it bluntly, but five miles down the road (more or less), he was in the right lane getting ready to take the exit and gave me a thumbs up when I passed on his left. As Rosie Perez said in White Men Can't Jump, "sometimes, when you lose, you really win." lol
