I was going to my dad's house and happened to get stuck at a spotlight next to an ok looking but bad running Camaro. He stages me so I put it in 4 hi and staged him back. Green light I hear a BANG of a back fire and the Camaros off........ish, about 3 lenths behind me with that distance increasing steadily. At the next light guess who pulls up next to me, reving his motor, that's right Mr. Camaro. He stagged me again the same thing happened but he folowed me to a parking lot wera I presumably asked him "Why the F**k are you following my?" Thinking something is wrong with my truck. He says,"I wanted to see your motor, man. You gotta have something done to it, where's the bottle." I replyed as nice as I could simply saying, "No offense but your car isn't that fast you really need to rebuild it and time it." He then gets pissed (ritefully so I guess) hops back in his car and try's to spin the tires leaving but the only smoke I saw was blue and coming from the exhaust.
Thought I would share that my favorite was staying on the bumpoers of two stock Honduh's W/ fart cannons when they were, um racing:smack: and they were running them HARD too, 6000-6500 rpm im guessing if not more, which makes it that much better.