Cruising along at 55 mph, and a GORGEOUS new vette pulls alongside of me and starts reving at me. I know I'm gonna lose, but I drop it into 3rd and punch it. He stomps on it also and slowly starts to walk away from me until about 90 mph when he really starts pullin away. At that point I was maybe a car and a half back at the most. I kept going until around 110 and by then I was around 3 cars back. He tapped his brakes, slowed down and so did I. It was an older guy who looked like he was in his late 40's or early 50's. He gave a friendly wave and a thumbs up, and took off. Of course I didn't win, but I don't think I did too bad. Let me tell you that those cars are no joke. I absolutely love the rear of the car, as that is what I mainly saw.