Driving home from the grocery, a white mustang gt pulls alongside. I believe it was a 2003. Really low hood scoop, no gt emblem on the side. the guy guns it a few times and I do the same. then he starts talking. "I 'm not gonna waste my gas on that piece of crap" "You don't have a chance" "You're lucky my wife is in the car cuz she doesn't want to race" "Don't F@#k with me" By this time we had come to a stoplight. It turns green, he guns it, I bog the launch. when I hit second gear, I had pulled right alongside of him, and I blew the shift to third. He pulled about half a car. By the time I finally got it into third, I reeled him in and then shut down. Crappy launch and a blown shift...anyway, I pulled alongside of him and intended to give him a thumbs up and then he drops the bomb on me....He is holding a badge out of the window of the car saying "pull over as***le" I'm thinking, I just got owned. I pull over and he jumps out of the car saying" I told you not to f*** with me" Do you think you won? I figured I better go along. I told him No, I lost. He says "I told you, I don't even have any parts on my car right now. My chip is out and everything. So tell me again, do you think you beat me? I tell him no, I didn't win. I honestly thought you were just playing with me" His wife is yelling for him to get back into the car. He then says" everything is cool, watch who you race next time" and shakes my hand.
Very weird. I thought the guy was gonna pistol whip me or something. Anyway, he definately made me not want to race anymore.