About 6 years ago my old co-worker buddies came up to visit after I moved back up north. One guy is pushing 400lbs, the other is bout 140lbs. We take the blue Barracuda out and pick up pops, and I show them round the north country. On our way back to town this Neon pulls up behind us real close, then backs off. Does this a few times, my one friend says "its one of those R/T Neons". Didn't think much of it, see his turn signal at the next dotted lines so I mash it down (3sp manual, cannot shift down into second gear at 60mph, already turning 3200rpms) got up to bout 80 as he goes by. Now I'm pissed I got beat by a neon, dads given me **** and averything. So I stay back a lil bit the next dotted line, and floor it.
That section of road has a long sweeping right hand, down hill turn with a bridge at the bottom. It is a wide road, turn is very gradual, plenty of room, can see for a mile or better, clear highway.
Took a lot longer to get by him than he did to get by me, but dammit I wasn't gonna let off, we rounded the corner onto the bridge, fat man is ghost white clinging to the A-piller, and I look down and see 110 as I pull in front of the Neon. He stayed way back after that, Followed us into town and asked what I had in it. Think he was dissapointed when we got out, and the car raised up 2 inches (from us getting out) and I say "just a slant six!"
Since then I have replaced the kinked off exhaust around the oil filter with a set of Headman headers, really wok it up, but it is still just a 318 3spd car.