Was on my way to Wildwood this weekend for a big car show, and this guy in a 99-00 Maxima wouldn't get out of my way.. When the lanes finally opened up, I passed him and shot him a dirty look. As luck would happen, the light changed to red and he was right behind me, shooting me evil looks.. Light turns green, and I launch, hoping he would take the bait. No doubt about it, he took off after me like a bat out of hell. My g/f wasn't thrilled with this, but I held the pedal to the ground, lifting up slightly for every shift, nailing each one perfectly.. He started loosing ground, and at about 120mph my g/f started screaming, so I flashed the hazards and let him catch up, was probably about 5-6 car lengths. We lined up next to each other at the next light about a mile down the road, and I let him set the tone.. He left the light at like 10mph, and didn't want to race anymore. Score 1 for the SVT (without a rear badge, so he's got to be scratching his head).
Later on, I found a pack of sport bikes.. Wanted to play even though I know what they're capable.. Launched from a light and was able to hang with one of the bikes until about 80-85mph, at which time they just started pulling HARD. And the guy had a girl riding with him too, which kind of scared me because of how fast he was going. Still pretty neat.
When I got to Wildwood, I got a ride in my g/f's uncle's 31 Ford.. Wow, talk about power, laying down rubber still in 3rd gear.. And it's an automatic to boot. Gotta love that old school power.
