Some of you guys have met me and know I am the last person here to go out starting a race with someone on the street. BUT, on my way home from a car show tonight, a black 07 GT500 with either white or gold stripes, worked hard to get through traffic and get up beside me. We were first at the light and I drove like I always do and he was acting a fool and slammin' the throttle and holding it in low gear. Both of them were laughing and pointing. No biggie, because I could care less. Then at the next light he pulled right up next to me. I'm talking about 6" away from my door handle trying to intimidate me. The passenger said "he don't like you being so close to him" and started laughing again. (both were young and apparently partaking some sort of mood enhancer) Then the driver said "if he don't like it let him do something about it". Soooo, when the light changed, he stayed right next to me. I had enough of the BS and decided to leave his a$$ before he screwed up and ran into me. I gave the Cooda about 1/2 throttle to see if he would get the idea. He was running pretty hard trying to stay with the old gal when I hit the gas hard. It was over before it began. All he saw was 38 year old taillights gettin' outta Dodge. Those things are pretty slow really. I thought that with 500 HP, it would at least stay in the same zip code as me from a 25 mph roll. Nope. Oh well, I wasn't looking for any crap, but it found me anyway. It was sorta fun, but it didn't last long enough... LOL
